Halfway through my year of new mid-life adventures, I embarked on my most challenging experience yet. I pushed past the anticipated horror and viewed it pragmatically. When visiting a nude beach, I figured I should bring along three things: sunscreen, an extra-large towel, and of course, my 75-year-old mother.
Let's face it; we live in a youth-oriented society. And as a member of Generation X as well as a member of an indie/alternative band, I've always clung to my youth, however fading or fleeting, with white knuckles. Judging by the number of over-40 somethings running around in velour sweat pants with 'JUICY' bedazzled across the backside, I'd say we're all white knuckling it.
There's usually no specific reason. It's just an accumulation of things, little bits of information and tiny injustices, news and facts and stories and, well, it just gets to be too much. I head for the solace of my bed, under a fluffy blanket, a stack of books and magazines and my TV remote nearby.