It is said that after 90 humans go 'down' hill
Well, my Dad still manages, at 90, CLKD. He's rather wobbly without his stick and I'm often having to fill in a missing word when he forgets one, but he still plans ahead and loves socialising. He's certainly not thinking "downhill" yet, despite appearances.
As for me, I have to say I'm really enjoying my 50's - I count myself
incredibly lucky to be enjoying a whole new phase of my musical career. I'd never have believed it possible when I was in my 40's and I just wish my Mum could have seen it.
The challenge is, though, that I get all this adrenaline, mixed with all that meno-sleeplessness, e.g. this morning. My eyes want to shut, while my body wants to get going.
Then that's garnished with a nice little dash of meno-introspectiveness after doing what I see as stupid things. I find it all too easy to feel guilty about perceived mistakes these days, and that's almost more exhausting than lost sleep! Midlife blues indeed!