Bill's Musings

We all have particular fears or stuff we dread. Many have a fear of spiders (aracnophobia). Other’s a fear of heights (acrophobia). I have a fear of fish, called ‘ichthyophobia’. I also fear some heights, and to be honest, some spiders. But there is one fear I have been facing for many years that I will share with you this week.

      I have a fear of turning 50.

     Now, before we debate the psychology of this fear, allow me to pontificate for a bit. As a wee slip of a lad, the idea of turning 50 never entered my mind. To me, 50 meant old and decrepit, full of arthritis, balding, stooped over, etc. That’s actually a pretty good description of me, come to think of it. Anyways, as I grew older, the milestones of aging began to appear. Turning 13. Then 18. Hitting 20. Finally turning 30…