It’s really not easy to be a middle-aged man. You have to walk around with over 50 years of mistakes in your head and your body is beginning to break down and, of course, many of us have lost our hair. We have to learn to like our new selves, not our self at 20 or 30. We have to come to terms with our our wisdom and our guilt and things that we shouldn’t have said and choices that we shouldn’t have made. We have to come to terms with our mortality and how we want our life to be for the last third or (wouldn’t it be nice) the last half of our life. But being middle age is probably the most exciting part of our life, if you let it to be. We begin to know what we want to do with our lives and how we want to approach each day. We stop being fast-moving robots and non-thinking, consumer heads and we begin to ask the question, What is really good for me? It’s really a blessing, middle age. I hope you see it that way.