In September, I'll turn 46. While I could still just about say I'm in my 'mid-forties', there is that niggling feeling that the next big milestone is 50. When it comes to my personal life, I don't feel 'nearly 50' at all. In fact, the older I get, the more 'happy in my own skin' I feel.
And then I think about work. Not my actual work, which I love, but the way my age group (and the one I'm approaching) seems to be sitting more and more in a pigeon hole, surrounded by words like 'geriatric' and 'older'.