The Joy of Being Middle-Aged

When I was in my twenties, being in my forties seemed old. Not quite grandmother territory, but certainly no longer young. I assumed that reaching forty must make people a little sad about that stage of life.

I did not know that most still felt much as I did inside, only better, wiser and more confident. I could not have known that many would not return to their twenties even if you paid them, and that they actually enjoyed being in their forties.

I had never realised how beautiful and peaceful growing older could be. You simply stop worrying about things that do not matter, and most things do not matter very much.