An Open Mid-Life Crisis

Sometimes it is better to just accept where you are at. That way you don’t pop off and do something stupid.

Truth: I feel old. My weekend beard is shot with salt; sadly, there are no kids; everyone I work with in the office is a decade younger than me; and my wife’s in the middle of a very long six+ month stint in the United Arab Emirates.

All of the sudden things are appearing:

  • Red leather pumas, Ferrari edition
  • MacBook Pro
  • Three Chip PDX 10 camera
  • New tattoo (yes, it’s true)
  • I’m writing fiction again
  • And more is in my head… Like this super-phat Ducati Monster!


    Yes, I miss the thrill of watching the looming Shenandoah Blue Ridge develop, then screaming up the mountain on the hairpin curves of Rt. 211 at 60 miles an hour. Whew! It’s been a few years now.

    Of course I could just settle for a Harley:


    I’m not sure a return to motorcycling is a great idea. But when it really started pre-occupying me, I realized that something was up.

    Fact: This seems to be a mid-life crisis. Either that or my creativity is really peaking right now. I’m returning to things that I did when I was single, things that make feel alive. And it’s working. Spring feels vibrant this year like it hasn’t in a long time.

    No, I’m not too young, either. In fact, I’m about to be 36, at the younger side of middle agedom, but still there. Best to embrace it openly.

    I can’t wait for Caitlin to come home from the UAE.