I turn 40 on June 1.
Scheduled celebration activities:
- Scotch. (Yes, it counts as an activity. The way I do it does, anyway.)
- Time away without the kids
- Go Shark cage diving (i.e. scuba diving in a cage, with large White Pointer sharks just outside the cage)
- Get some more tattoos (I found a guy over in Melbourne who does the kind of work I want).
Does this sound kind of mid-life crisisey to any of you?
I’m concerned that people will think that.
But really it’s not like “oh my God I’m getting old, I never did what I wanted, and now I’m going to try and act all Young and Krazee to compensate.”
It’s more like: “I always tried to do what I wanted, but it kept fucking up. Now, I actually seem to be well enough set up to do the things I want to do.”
I have actually had frequent crises of priorities of energy and commitment over the last twenty years. So another crisis now would actually not be a change. It would just be more of the same.
I’m not having a big party or anything, and there’s certainly no second mortgage to buy a red sports car. Other than this post, there isn’t going to be much in the way of a reflection on goals and hopes and acheivements, either. Over the last few years, I really feel that I am just chugging along, doing OK.
It’s kinda weird.