When I was 40 or so, I suggested to Jackie that it might be time for my midlife crisis, and she said, “Too late! You had your midlife crisis several years ago and married me.” So, for some time now, I’ve figured that was it.
However, my current plan is to live to eleventy-one, like Bilbo. This morning I was thinking, “Hey! Maybe that means my midlife crisis comes much later! But simple arithmetic suggests that my midlife crisis should have been when I was 55 or 56. So I went back through my photo library to see what I was doing in the second half of December 2014.
Mostly it wasn’t anything of particular interest, but I did rather like this photo:
Doesn’t that perfectly capture a midlife crisis?
Having had my midlife crisis back then would be for the best, I guess. If I want to have a midlife crisis now, I’m going to have to plan to live to 132 or something, which doesn’t seem so likely.
(Aside: I have tags for “energy crisis” and “mortgage crisis,” but none for “midlife crisis,” even just “crisis.”)
