Learning new tricks. Or not.

Age is a funny thing. It creeps up on you every so subtly. All of a sudden you can only last for 2 hours on the dance floor before you need a break. You bound up a flight of stairs only to get to the top and wonder what you were thinking. Yes. True confessions.

For a while now, I've been feeling it. I honestly think I'm going through mid-life crisis. I didn't know it lasts this long though. Perhaps what I need is HRT. Looking at the world with a new set of lenses. Not chasing after every woman I see. Being content with who I am. Generally things just being upside-down. The other way round from the way they've always been.

The upside has been the wisdom that I'm gaining. [ok. There's a pal of mine who insists that wisdom is something only those ancients of the bible had] I don't know what else to call it, but there's a lot more clarity amid the confusion. A lot more pragmatism. Ageing gracefully? I don't know.