So, suddenly, I'm 50 years old. Almost a quarter of my life behind me.
50 really doesn't seem that bad. 40 felt much more like an oh-man-I'm-old-and-have-wasted-my-life event. I'm much happier now than I was then. This has been a great decade for me. I met a wonderful woman, and we are celebrating our ninth wedding anniversary this year. I live in a comfortable house with people and dogs who make me feel connected and loved (most of the time). Being 50 and happy is much better than being younger and miserable.