I was 50 when I began this blog, so "middle voice" felt like a clever play on words. As I age, I contemplate changing the name to something more appropriate. "Aging Ain't For Sissies"? "The Crone's Bower"? "Cain't Nothin Be Easy"? (A while ago, I could have changed it to "Why Am I So Hot?", but those days are mostly behind me.)
Advanced years run in the family. My paternal great-grandmother lived to 101. My paternal grandmother died at 99. My father made it to 94. Unless I get hit by a Mack truck, it seems I'll be around a while, knock wood. And I've never dreaded aging, so I need a new name that signals that I'm looking forward with anticipation. "Fearlessly Forward"? Or maybe I just leave it, because 68 is sort of middle-aged if you live to be 100, or even 95. Isn't it?
