Or am I the only one feeling a bit low about the fact I'll be 50 in 2019? I've actually starting waking up in the early hours panicking about it. My 'D'H doesn't understand at all (he's already turned 50). I think it stems from the fact that I'm likely to be alone in the world one day (have no children) and my parents are sadly starting to show the signs of their age. I have hobbies and a few friends (& work) but feel very alone and unhappy about the fact I've had 50 years on the plant and in all likelihood won't have (or want?) another 50. How is everyone else in this position dealing with this? Does anyone have any words of wisdom or comfort?