Talking Points: Coming to grips with the back side of life
It took me until age 51 to come to grips with being in my 50s. It's not like I have some big hang up with age, it's just that when you finally hit the half-century mark, you don't feel as ancient as you thought you would when you were 20s.
Your time washes over you: Your grandma doesn't get her knee replaced, your sister does. That other "little sister" you used to pick on 'cause she was a twerp kid is 46. You're almost as old as your grandpa was when he died.