I have always disliked the term mid-life crisis. It cries out
with desperation, depression, a wilting of the soul.
Rather, I prefer to refer to what I am now
experiencing as a mid-life bloom.
Lately I have been feeling younger than I have in years.
A change has come over me out of nowhere,
a feeling of renewal and optimism.
I’m not sure how or why, but who am I to question it?
I don’t have that negative feeling of a life-half-over that I
have always thought I would feel when I reached this age.
Instead, I am now able to recognize the endless possibilities
still before me, knowing I now have the maturity to fulfill them.
I find myself attracted to things that make me feel younger,
as if before I had allowed myself to age too rapidly, before my
time, and only now I am able to take a few steps backward to
where I always should have been.
I see it not only in the youthful art I have been creating lately,
in the clothes I choose to wear and in the music I enjoy listening to,
but also in how I view my life and the loved-ones I share it with.
There is no crisis about it. I’m loving life more
than ever and I am looking forward to tomorrow.