Stuck in the middle again
Since starting this blog earlier this month, I’ve given a lot of thought to what it means to be “middle-aged”. Because I am assuming that I will live to be one hundred years old, fifty is the middle age I have chosen for myself. But because the average life expectancy of the “White American Female” is closer to about eighty-one years of age, one could say that I reached middle-age a decade ago. Nevertheless, I feel very much in the “middle” of my life,…