Fifteen years ago, I had a mid-life crisis at the ripe old age of 24. I had just got engaged and I had a great job, and dudes, I drove a Ford Taurus. Things should have been rosy.
The crisis came just two weeks after my engagement when I turned 25. I hated turning 25. Something about turning a quarter of a century made me feel as if I couldn’t act like a kid anymore.
But you know what? I found that wasn’t the case at all. I still ride roller coasters, I am trying to get my co-workers to join me in the creation of a skipping club and yesterday I wore my hair in pigtails. Okay, it was just because my daughter said I was too old to wear pigtails and I live to embarrass her…but, still, I totally wore them.
If I had known then what I know now I would have embraced 25. Shoot, I would have made out with 25. And, like a friend of mine always says, had I known what would happen to my body I would have walked around in a bikini everywhere I went.
Next week I turn 40 and I’ve been feeling another mid-life crisis coming on. Only this is a real mid-life crisis, because now I’m actually mid-life. That’s mid-life, if I’m lucky. This crisis isn’t about whether I can act like a kid, but about the fact that 15 years ago I was turning 25 and that 15 years from now I will be turning 55. FIFTY-FIVE.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that. You know…if YOU are 55.
I really shouldn’t mind because my life is in a great place right now. Three days before my 40th birthday, I start working full-time at a job I love. Some people can’t say that their entire lives and I’m only halfway through mine. Remember, that’s if I’m lucky.
My health is good. If you don’t count insomnia and 40 extra pounds. Really. Don’t count it.
I have a great family, live in a good neighborhood, have two sweet dogs, have fantastic friends and am part of amazing communities at the kids’ school and our church. I am blessed.
But turning 40 really stinks and I’m going to whine about it until I’m blue in the face.
Because, clearly, age and maturity are two very different things.