Like lots of people, I started this blog months ago as a way to postpone cleaning the toilets/changing the cat litter/making major life decisions. I really don't know which activity I was avoiding at the time, since I signed up for this thing so very long ago.
My point is, don't hold your breath waiting for my next post on this blog. This might be my only blog entry, or the first of many. All I can say is I won't bore you with reports of what I had for breakfast, just for the sake of posting something. I might bore you with other topics, though.
As for this entry, a little primer on why I titled my blog "Midlife Crisis; the Gen-X Edition." When I hit 40, I did countless web searches for "midlife crisis" as I was facing the "crisis" of my divorce. Yeah, it hurt like hell, especially as a kick-ass kid was born from this marriage and I worried about how his life would be affected.
However, it turned out my divorce wasn't a "midlife crisis," or the result of such. It was an event years in the making, which had nothing to do with reaching a certain birthday.
So, while my divorce sent me on a search to understand the workings of a "midlife crisis," I realized I wasn't really having a crisis--I was just having a midlife. This is when I get to obey my rules, in true Gen-X fashion (hence, the "Gen-X Edition" segment of my blog title).
What are my rules? Haven't figured it out, beyond "do what you want to do, unless your actions could hurt you or someone else." Unless, of course, that "someone else" is a spider in your house. Actions against such trespassers is just time-honored self-defense.
In accordance with this rule, I tend to spend my free time cycling, either alone or with my boyfriend, who looks crazy awesome in those spandex cycling shorts. We seek out tough climbs, and even went so far as to travel to France to ride the Alps while viewing the Tour de France. He's a far more capable cyclist than me, but he never holds it over my head.
He also doesn't hold it over my head that my upcoming involvement in roller derby bootcamp will require some scheduling changes. He knows I've been wanting to get into derby for a few years, and has expressed an enthusiastic willingness to have a hot shower and a Smirnoff Ice ready for me after practices, no matter how late they run (yes, I love Smirnoff Ice without apology).
When I don't have free time, I work. I've been a lawyer long enough to be able to answer every "clever" lawyer joke, so don't bother. Further, I'll just view your relay of such jokes as jealousy on your part that I have such a fun career--which, in all seriousness, it really is. Maybe I enjoy it so much because I run a law firm with a very good friend, but whatever the reason, I do love my job.
So that's the state of my midlife. Until next time (whenever that is), enjoy your life, whatever stage of it you may be in.
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