This week we saved no money at all.
But that’s because it was my birthday! Not just any birthday. My fortieth birthday. It’s kind of a big deal. 339 more words
mid-life carousal (phr.) the substitution of shameless hedonism for existential panic, occurring roughly at the forty-year mark.
I entered my fifth decade a couple of days ago, and this is traditionally considered a period during which I should be purchasing a fast car, leaving my wife, or undertaking an unnecessarily strenuous and counterproductive gym regime. 429 more words
I met with a friend last weekend. She’s in her mid-thirties and when I lamented that I was turning forty the next weekend and had no plans, she said something on the lines of, “Being older is gift enough. 1,057 more words