This is what my brain feels like, sometimes.

Mid-life (ok, I’m pushin’ the definition, I get it) brings a bunch of changes.

The body’s thicker and harder to get back in shape.

Sleep is elusive.

Aches and pains seem random and more frequent.

But for a writer, there’s nothing more frustrating than what midlife does to the brain.

That search for a word that’s on the tip of your tongue. That you had in your head just seconds ago.

You know it’s somewhere in the pile of words rattling around in your head. You reach for it.

But you just can’t grasp it in the jumbled mess that is your memory.

Oh, do I hate that.