![]() Was I a diabetic? No again, and so on for two dozen more questions. ![]() Was I taking any prescription medications? Nope. Had I ever had vascular, spinal or joint replacement surgery? Nope. When I got to the doctor’s office, I would be given a long health survey to fill out. The check-up process turned out to be tedious. On my fiftieth birthday, though, my wife said that it was time for me to start getting annual check-ups, so I did. I not only recovered but enjoyed robust health for the next half century. My mother said that as a baby, I had nearly died of pneumonia. Over the course of the next year, I got old. And since I was fifty, it had dawned on me that with some luck, I would live long enough to face the challenges presented by the ageing process.įor the next seventeen years, these challenges remained in the background. ![]() ![]() Could I, for example, learn not to get upset when I got all the way to my car before realising that I had forgotten my car keys? Could I learn to keep my cool when my computer inexplicably froze up, just as I was coming up on a deadline? I also wanted to prepare myself for some of life’s bigger challenges, like breaking a leg or losing a job. I wanted to improve my handling of the minor challenges presented by daily living. As the result of a low-grade midlife crisis at age fifty, I became a practicing Stoic. ![]()
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