How to Have a Midlife Crisis
There it is. You thought it happened only to other people. You’re obsessing about big questions, as in “What is the meaning of MY life?” You feel lost, aimless; maybe you are longing for a black “Hog” or maybe for someone (the sexy lady you see everyday on the bus). Wondering: “Is Prozac the answer?”
I am going through all of this. I understand that some people end up deeply depressed and need medical support to deal with their crisis. For me, it seems more like a tricky part of my life rather than a dark ordeal. I have decided to embrace it, to attempt to answer some of the questions floating in my mind. I want to find out if some of the crazy ideas I have are worth pursuing (Note for my wife: don’t worry dear, I am not going after the sexy lady on the bus ….).
While I am convinced that this is the right approach for me, I realize that my quest is really self-centered, peppered with “I” and “me”. I guess there’s a perverse pleasure in feeling sorry for myself. I need this introspection, but too much of it will inhibit my ability to act, my ability to move forward.
So here it is. I need a balanced approach: some thinking, some wallowing and then some moving forward through action. So, before I buy my new sports car, I will think about it for awhile, feel sorry for myself, focus on me, me, ME and then buy it. I will take the red one.
