Today I finally reach 45 years old – middle aged if I live to 90…
It’s been suggested I’ve always been 45. Even when I was 6 I would sit in with the adults and voice my opinions about the world or the topic under discussion. And I was always much happier with kids being in the role of dad or granddad rather than classmate.
45 is a good age.
I have a wife I’m madly in love with
I have children I adore
I can’t think of a better job than taking photos of people
I live in a beautiful part of the country
The CFS is on the decline (more about that in posts to come).
None of these things has come about without a huge amount of work, time, dedication and luck, but I appreciate every last bit of it.
Right now, I wouldn’t want to be any other age.