I am fifty as of today.
For once, at a loss for words. Or rather, don't feel like writing much...
If you are interested, I shall point you to old posts titled 'Auld lang syne', 'Forty five and counting' and the recent one titled 'Almost there'.
Biggest lesson learnt in all these years: love is too commonly faked. And people do it quite unselfconsciously, too.
Most important resolution: to be much more picky, and much less forgiving. I absolutely hate being taken for granted, and that's what everybody seems to do, sooner or later. Surely I am now at an age when I can do without it?