I realise this is all totally cliché as they would say in a LA high school, but I’m in my forties and feeling as though I’ve lost my way. Or I never had a way. Or the way is over there and I don’t know how to get there. Or I missed an important turn-off ten years ago.
I’m not going to call it a mid-life crisis because 1) it’s not a crisis it’s more of a constant background hum in my life, kind of like the sound of my dodgy fridge. 2) I refuse to accept I’m mid-life. Full stop. No correspondence will be entered into.

I’m thinking about myself ad nauseum and it is nauseating. I’ve never had a five year plan. I’ve never read self-help books. I’m not into strangers promising to have life’s answers for me.