I have succumbed to an 'age frenzy' that probably is a hallmark of those of a similar age (mid-40s). I see the end-zone rushing up and feel anxious about all the things undone, the partners I've not yet met, the fulfilling long-term relationship I am still not in. I alternate between the confidence that age gives one and the sheer terror that its all over now except the drooling and the diapers. I know there are many out there older than I who would laugh at my self-described antiquity, but sadly it is of little solace.

One of the good things about all this middle-age angst is that it has prompted me to more action, to actualize my dreams and ambitions where possible. I see this amongst others my age as well. Thank goodness. At least I'll have someone to play with.