You hit 50 years old and you’re looking over that hill into that field where they send the clapped-out and crapped-out. At least that used to be the way of things when I was in my teens, soaking up Punk Rock, and not seeing passed 23 let alone 53. Things change. People change. I changed. I’m starting a bakery with a café attached.
Change is good though. Along with this sort of Change come several energising Friends-of-Change: Fear, Terror, Self-Doubt, Re-assessment of Certainties, More Fear, Objective Self-Assessment, New Skills, Even More Fear, Fear of Failure, Actual Failure, Imposter Syndrome, Exhaustion, Debt and Accomplishment. Well, that last one is ideal, obviously.