Midlife Renewal, Part One: Awareness
When I turned forty, it seemed the end of my world as I'd known it. But it was really just the beginning.
Right after my fortieth birthday, as winter was setting in and things were turning gray, my wife Jane filed for divorce. The following weekend, I found myself moving into a dumpy, overpriced apartment. Alone. Not a great start to middle age, but then it got worse: I lost my longtime job the following week. Suddenly I was grateful for the apartment. The holiday season was gloomy and lonely, but January ended my losing stre...