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| Mid life cry | |
| By lillabetx | ||||||||
| 15 November 2006 | ||||||||
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A short piece about the drama of being thirty something! Can anyone relate to any of it? Lillbet x Is this the meaning of a mid-life crisis? Surely I cannot be old enough. It’s not my time yet to be worried about aging parents, the death of a friend, heartbreak from divorce, grief of a miscarriage; worries about ones own health or dramas concerning friends? I can’t remember my childhood nearly as good enough as I should be able to and have no recollection of passing into adulthood either. Since when has a joyful trip to the hairdressers involved choosing the right option to cover my graying hairs as the stylist refers to me as an older client? The words of my father ring out in my ear – the strangest thing about getting old is seeing your face change and wrinkle in the mirror when you still feel so young inside. I am not old. I have plenty of time – to laugh and dance and sing. But the dramas of life are getting in my way. Somewhere along the road my parents have become my children yet I have no children of my own. And when exactly did I change my view on bedtime? I used to protest about going to bed early and now I cannot wait! My first thought on waking is how I want to go back to sleep! How is it that Christmas is just around the corner again and I am dreading it rather than wishing it nearer? The more I find out about myself the less I know – I didn’t see that one coming. Where is the girl who believed in romance and love at first sight? Oh I remember now! I am here, recounting the tale of the man I once married after knowing him for less than a year. He was the one alright – the one who turned out to be an alcoholic. It was a rollercoaster alright – he gave me the ride of my life! It is indeed a rich tapestry, unraveled and patched up – over and over again. So – it’s a mid-life crisis. It will pass soon enough. Hold on and hold tight! Who knows what the future may bring?
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