Midlife???

If I say “midlife crisis”, what do you imagine. Think about it.

Probably most of you are imagining a guy in his late forties with kids grown up, doing well in his career who goes back to the passions of his youth and can now indulge himself with a Harley Davidson motorcycle or a sports car. Even trade the wife in for a younger, more glamorous model.

Male, see?

Mid-life, see?

Well I realised that I’ve been having a mid-life crisis for about the last twenty years! The accident on my own (respectably small) motorcycle brought it home to me.

Unless I plan to live to be 116 years old, I am not mid-life. I am, as we would say around here, “third age”. For goodness sake I will be an OAP in a couple of years!

So perhaps the smash was the boot up the backside that I needed to “put away childish thing” and start acting my age … just a bit.

No, it’s OK. I have no intention of growing up. I just have to admit when my multiple brain-whacks have taken their toll and I no longer have the balancing skills to do some of the teenaged things I used to love.

I never got as far as the Harley, sports car or toy boy (thanks be cos I couldn’t keep up these days!) but I think I will be limiting myself to my little van in future.

Always was a bit unsure about gender stereotyping!

Would prefer one of these though!