Too Young to Be Old, but Too Old to Be Young.

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things are trivial such as the plethora of grey hair that seems to have occurred overnight. Or how grey or not, it seems to be shedding by the handfuls anyway! Then there is the more emotional side to seeing my mid-forties appearing on the horizon, like the past few decades passing by in the blink of an eye.But rarely do we, the forty-somethings, get any sympathy for the shock to the system we sustain as we realize life has abruptly changed. Once, not long ago, we were vibrant! Now everything requires more effort or, occasionally, is absurdly difficult. The shortlist to fall into the latter category is getting hired, losing weight, tolerating ignorance, and deciding what to eat — so we can live longer!Saving for retirement should have been higher on my to-do list. As I reach middle-age, I can only consider ways to mitigate this error. Therefore, I am a full-time student again. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and a boost to my career

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is needed, right? Realizing the most viable retirement plan you have is the education you afforded your offspring is terrifying! Is this a midlife crisis?In hindsight, I could have saved myself from various consequences, though I consider the invaluable nuggets of wisdom I gained from those trenches of hell to be little golden trophies earned through blood, sweat, and tears. Besides, my younger self would have told me I had no idea what I was talking about anyway while simultaneously rolling her eyes.That reminds me, I am a member of the last generation to be told to suck it up, figure it out, and be informed that you get to lay in the bed you made. I remember life without the internet, cell phones, and only having two television stations. Therefore, I might as well open my front door and yell, “Get off my lawn!” Then I can settle back into my ergonomic desk chair and prepare to remove another decade of content from my resume.</article></body>

Too Young to Be Old, but Too Old to Be Young.

I’ve been identifying as an older version of myself for as long as I can remember. Being an only child or spending too much time with the elders might be to blame for this personal quirk. Whatever the reason, I have always felt out of sorts with my peers. Recently though, I think perhaps I can relate with those my age for the first time.

As I settle into my forties, I’ve had some glaring realizations about this stage of life. Some things are trivial such as the plethora of grey hair that seems to have occurred overnight. Or how grey or not, it seems to be shedding by the handfuls anyway! Then there is the more emotional side to seeing my mid-forties appearing on the horizon, like the past few decades passing by in the blink of an eye.

But rarely do we, the forty-somethings, get any sympathy for the shock to the system we sustain as we realize life has abruptly changed. Once, not long ago, we were vibrant! Now everything requires more effort or, occasionally, is absurdly difficult. The shortlist to fall into the latter category is getting hired, losing weight, tolerating ignorance, and deciding what to eat — so we can live longer!

Saving for retirement should have been higher on my to-do list. As I reach middle-age, I can only consider ways to mitigate this error. Therefore, I am a full-time student again. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and a boost to my career is needed, right? Realizing the most viable retirement plan you have is the education you afforded your offspring is terrifying! Is this a midlife crisis?

In hindsight, I could have saved myself from various consequences, though I consider the invaluable nuggets of wisdom I gained from those trenches of hell to be little golden trophies earned through blood, sweat, and tears. Besides, my younger self would have told me I had no idea what I was talking about anyway while simultaneously rolling her eyes.

That reminds me, I am a member of the last generation to be told to suck it up, figure it out, and be informed that you get to lay in the bed you made. I remember life without the internet, cell phones, and only having two television stations. Therefore, I might as well open my front door and yell, “Get off my lawn!” Then I can settle back into my ergonomic desk chair and prepare to remove another decade of content from my resume.