Ah, middle age, I don’t feel much older than when I was in my twenties.  Wiser, yes, I know I’ve learned a lot over the years.  I’m wise enough to know that I will always have something new to learn.  I’m wise enough to know that you can pick your friends, your battles, and causes, but you can’t pick your relatives.  As in many families, and given the choice, there’s one or two that I wouldn’t have selected.

     Middle aged, a time when you begin to see more gray hair and wrinkles and wonder where the time went.  I had fun getting here.  I don’t have many regrets, but I do wish time would slow down a bit.

     Middle aged, old enough to have hot flashes.  I don’t mind them too much.  I have a T-shirt and emblazoned on the front are the words ‘I’m not having a hot flash my inner child is playing with matches.’  My inner child plays often.

     I do have one question.  Why is it that on cold days, when I can really use it, my inner child decides to refrain from being a pyromaniac ?  It’s cold outside tonight!