Today, I am sat at my computer in my office and I just happened to spy the 'Blogger' tab on my browser. And, as always happens, my interest is piqued and I find myself delving, wistfully, into my ramblings from years gone by. Actually, the very use if the phrase 'delving, wistfully' indicates that I must be entering that dreaded period know as 'late middle-age'. Otherwise known as 'over 50'. For this is where I now reside. An it's a strange old place.
For me, primarily, it is because of the sudden and unexpected arrival of medical 'situations' I have hitherto deemed to be exclusively reserved for old people. Ah, how cruel life is. It spends decade after decade convincing you that you're immortal, or at the very least mortal but you'll be just fine for ages to come ... and then, out of the blue, stuff happens. And you're suddenly a tad more mortal than you'd anticipated.
On the bright side, I'm not dead. As proven by the appearance of this very posting. Which can only be a positive. And positivity is something I seem to have quite a lot of. This despite, quite often, not feeling entirely chipper about, well life 'n' stuff. So, it often comes as a surprise to me that I seem to sail the dark, mountainous seas of adversity on my ferry of positive thinking.
And so I suppose the moral of today's rambling anecdote is: You're born and then you die, so you may as well enjoy the bit in the middle.
Hmmm, good name for a blog, I reckon.
