So. Birthdays. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
Based on entirely anecdotal evidence and a sample size that's roughly the size of my family, I'm about halfway. Halfway through a life. It sounds so melodramatic. Well, at fifty, I guess I'm entitled to a little melodrama. Just a little, though. Because, after all, its only halfway. That means, if my family's longevity and genome are any indication, I still have another fifty years or so of pretty active life ahead of me. That's good though, because I still have a lot of stuff I want to do with life.