I turned 47 at the beginning of February. And, I’ll admit, I think I’m having a midlife crisis.
But, not in the usual way men have them.
I’m not buying a convertible. I’m a really pale-skinned white boy, and I’d be burnt to a crisp by the time I drove five miles in the convertible.
I’m not leaving my spouse for someone half my age. I don’t understand that one at all.. there’s no way I could live with someone who was 23. I love my current partner much too much.
No, my midlife crisis is maifesting itself in two ways. First: I’m letting my hair grow. Since 2001, I’ve had a buzzcut. Late last year, I started shaving my head completely. But, I’ve decided to let it grow until I’m 50. Or until it drives me crazy. Or, if I start looking like a man who’s trying to pass himself off as twenty years younger. I promise, no tiny little ponytails. I do still have a thread of vanity….
Secondly, my midlife crisis has involved buying my first ever pair of these (they’re Navy colored — the light wasn’t good):
I bought another pair, and have two more pair on order… pics to follow soon.