A Restless Vitality Wells Up As We

As We Reach Midlife In The Middle Thirties Or Early Forties, We Are Not Prepared For The Idea That Time Can Run Out On Us, Or For The Startling Truth That If We Don't Hurry To Pursue Our Own Definition Of A Meaningful Existence, Life Can Become A Repetition Of Trivial Maintenance Duties.

The Present Never Ages. Each Moment Is Like A Snowflake, Unique, Unspoiled, Unrepeatable, And Can Be Appreciated In Its Surprisingness.

With Each Passage Of Human Growth We Must Shed A Protective Structure . We Are Left Exposed And Vulnerable - But Also Yeasty And Embryonic Again, Capable Of Stretching In Ways We Hadn't Known Before.

Journalism Today Is Obviously In A Major Transition. Going To Journalism School, Learning How To Write, Working Your Way Up In A Little Paper In Decatur, Georgia And Then Moving To Atlanta And Then Maybe To New York: It's Just Over. You Have To Have A Whole Other Set Of Skills Now. You Have To Be A Videographer, You Have To Do Social Media. You Can't Do A Long, Thoughtful, Insightful Piece If You Don't Have The Time To Do Reporting, Particularly Reporting Around Somebody Who Doesn't Want To Be Known Or An Issue That Doesn't Want To Reveal Itself.

The Perceptions Of Middle Age Have Their Own Luminosity.