Reworking the image of a mid-life crisis

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I have noticed a few things about myself as I gracefully grow older, particularly over the last few years.  Grey hair and wrinkles notwithstanding, my perspective has evolved from the relatively carefree attitude I once enjoyed.   Gone are the days I flippantly put that first toe into the soothing waters of a hot tub and let my body follow.  Public pools are a distant memory and the frequency of my hand washing has increased exponentially.  Hell, these days I even avoid soaking in a bathtub.  I refuse to call myself a germaphobe but, if the label fits, I have three letters for myself – O C D.

I don’t know when this nuance in my psyche first began to form but it has taken root and branched out at an uncomfortable rate.  I haven’t reached the breaking point of color coding my closet or having my remote controls in a line at a 45 degree angle, yet, but I do notice the trending pattern and it has become somewhat disconcerting.

Perhaps this is a natural evolution from childhood to adulthood.  Maybe this is simply my acceptance of dealing with reality from an educated viewpoint.  Or just maybe, this is my mid-life crisis.  Conceivably I am taking things far too seriously but I cannot seem to access the earlier frame of mind that allowed me to live with reckless abandon.  I am stymied by my overwhelming urge to retreat from public spaces and the sharing of any bodily excretions that are emitted into public water.

midlife crisis(image credit:  someecards.com)

I can only hope that the misgivings of my mid-life irrationality will subside.  I hope to be able to, once again, access that childhood abandon that allowed my to enjoy my life without second-guessing it, or at least bring me reasonably close to that feeling again.  If not, I fear I may be sending my future blog posts via Skype from the bubble I have inhabited while banging on the keyboard through my rubber gloves!

Have you noticed any noteworthy changes as you’ve gotten older?

20 thoughts on “Reworking the image of a mid-life crisis

  1. You have experience now, there is no going back. I vacillate between mourning who I once was and being happy I am no longer her, since I am no longer the person I was in my youth I have decided to just embrace who I am now, even if that person finds her sanity next to her mid-life crisis. Somehow, there must be a way to capitalize on what has happened and move forward . . . Your cartoon made me LOL.

  2. Hello friend!
    I read you all of the time, but am often quieter in the comment section. This post spoke to me and for a moment, thought perhaps you’d caught a glimpse of me having an out of the ordinary melancholy weekend. I don’t remember being so deep and introspective in my 20s. The 30s were spent knee-deep in diapers/careers and now the 40s (END of the 40s) is spent watching the nest empty leaving me to look at the sweet man I built it with. Poor guy…most days he doesn’t know which woman he’s gonna get. Thankfully, we’ve gotten each other this far…I’m sure he’ll hang with me for a bit longer as I decide if I need a blanket or an air conditioner.
    Thanks for a great and timely post PP 🙂

  3. Youthful reckless abandon is overrated. It is usually the product of a person who is searching for meaning without direction. I think this stage of life is, by design, meant to be outgrown.

    When someone in a midlife crisis tries to replicate his carefree, youthful days, he — at best — looks like an ass and — at worst — screws up his life.

    When I got my midlife crisis pangs, I poured them into my writing. The writing wasn’t all that good, but I nonetheless providing an outlet for my feelings. It worked. And it kept me grounded.

  4. I totally understand. I haven’t swum in a public pool for years (too many yucky germs in there). I’m nowhere near as brave and careless as I was in my younger years and now wonder how the hell I’m alive after recklessly spending my youth jumping and running along rocks on the headlands of beaches. Now I can’t even bear to look down at a beach from high up, letalone traipse all over the rocks like a mountain goat 😀

  5. I’m on year 8 of my mid life crisis….it’s going well.

    I’m taking more of my mental health more as I age. I want to be around for my kids and my wife and 8/9 years ago, that wasn’t going to happen. Also, while I have many bad habits, I’m self-aware of them and keep them form hurting my life. I appreciate small things a lot more. I credit the 4 women I live with for that.

    • It’s so strange being able to look back and see how much of my life has changed. I never saw it happening….it snuck up on me. I hope you hug those four women a lot. I’m sure you’ve done the same for them.

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