One needs to be a bit proactive in divorcing the people in your life who have become deadwood. The problem is divorcing one's friends can be as logistically and emotionally complex as ending a marriage.
And I keep looking at the backside. My backside. It’s not that I’m upset with the image, but I keep hearing a voice (that sounds remarkably like my mother’s) telling me that I’m a grownup now and it's time to start dressing like one.
I somehow expected that when I finally reached the point designated as mid life I would be established and settled - in my ways (?) or in my emotional and financial security (?) or as a bastion of assuredness and knowledge for my children and those around me (?). But none of that really seems to fit. I certainly have habits that I cling to, but the rest of time I feel like I'm faking it