This Is Us
The Quiet Magic of Being 45
A dispatch from midlife
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3 min readApr 16, 2020
It’s my birthday.
I am 45 years old — which lands me in the distinctly unremarkable “middle” of all things. For some (no doubt American) reason, my imagined middle of all things is a parking lot.
Balloon in hand, I stand in a wide open field of cement, annoyingly distanced from a…