I turned 50 several months ago, and I’m finding I have more questions than answers these days, like:
- How is my student loan still the size of the mortgage I’ll never be able to afford?
- When did I become the adult in the room?
- Why is my mother’s voice coming out of my mouth?
- How could so much of what I learned in school turn out to be so wrong?
- Where did my waistline go?
- Why does my retirement date keep moving?
- Why do I still believe things are going to get better!? 🙂