I think that most people go through a mini-mid-life crisis approximately every 5-7 years. The What Does It All Mean? crisis, where you evaluate everything in your life through a microscope and try to determine if you are where you want to be in your life and if you should be doing things differently and, for 45 year old men, if you should own a Porche.
I think it’s safe to say, and pretty obvious, that’s exactly where I am right now. Minus the Porche. Although a Porche would kind of be nice – but only if you’re offering.
And so here I am, evaluating my life choices and deciding where I want to go from here. The last time I went through one of these phases, I was single and childless. Being married with kids sure does put restrictions on the ‘where do I want to go’ part. Not that I’m complaining, as they seem to be the only things I’ve done right thus far. But, you know, it’s kind of hard to just pick up and backpack through Tibet when you’ve got a 6 month old at home that needs your boobs. So, outlining things that I would like to do and/or improve about myself is proving to be somewhat of a challenge. I kind of know where I want to be, sort of. But it’s getting there where I become completely clueless.
First on my list: my hair. I decided to start with the things that really matter. When Ty gets home from work tonight I am going to my stylist.
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that getting my hair cut while I’m in this mini-mid-life crisis could possibly turn out to be the biggest mistake I make this year. Everyone has warned me and tried to prevent me from doing it. But seriously, I just can’t stop myself.
And so, tomorrow, be prepared is all I’m saying.