[reflection]

Tolstoy viewed fifty as the prime of life. A reflection on midlife vitality, aging with strength, and why turning fifty can mean growth, not decline.

During three weeks alone at the beach house in Ocean City, I walked, read, ate simply, and paid attention to the shape of my days. This post reflects on that stretch of solitude without a car, without much noise, and without the rhythms of family life, and what surfaced in the stillness.