Having a Midlife Crisis is Both Fun and Therapeutic

Getting old is for the birds, so why bother? At 43, my life is much more fun than it ever was at 23. Back then it was all about dating, looking good and trying to make ends meet. Now I'm older, wiser and more comfortable with my life, everything is much more enjoyable than it used to be. No more competing with other women for a man, or being overly concerned about whether or not my clothes were the latest fashion. Been there, done that. Nowadays, I like to look good, but am not about to go wearing the trends worn by those in their twenties. My semi-conservative style being set through the years, I'm happy in business-casual clothes. Working from home, there is no need to dress up unless on occaision to go out. Here at home, who needs shoes? Gone are the days when I lived in high heels, to give my legs the "right" look. The heck with that. They're in my closet for special occaisions, and that is good enough for me.

Many people I know all have their own form of "midlife crises." The moral kind, such as having new hobbies. One of my friends is obsessive about weight lifting and looks better than any twentysomething at his gym. Another bought a Porsche, and takes it to car shows to show it off. As for me, I had minor facial rejeuvenation done to take off a scar or two, and bought a beautiful electric guitar I'd been wanting for ages. All my life, I just had acoustics, now I have two guitars, one acoustic/electric and one just electric. It's just fun for me, as I have no interest in being in a band, reminding me of my younger days when I used to play "Stairway to Heaven" or "Dust in the Wind" on my acoustic guitar. Now I can play "Back in Black" and other good rock riffs electrified. Oh, the little pleasures in life. Without them, we get old and wither up, so it's OK to enjoy them.