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I Wish My Midlife Crisis Had Resulted In A Muscle Car

When I was younger, I used to scoff at the concept of the midlife crisis. Anyone over 30 was already a has-been in my mind. Why worry about being young? It was already too late.

I didn’t get it then. Clearly. Young me was a bit of a dick.

I think the term itself, midlife crisis, is a bit of a misnomer. It’s not so much of a crisis but a re-evaluation. A decision to start taking risks. To grab hold of your life and OWN it.

This isn’t uncommon when you’re over forty. It’s a good time to stop and take a hard look at the path you’re on.

And some people? They end up liking their path, or are at least willing to live with it… with one minor addition.

A muscle car.

For me, I wasn’t willing to continue along the same path. Not at all. My life, and my kids lives, were moving too fast and I felt like I wasn’t really living for anyone but the bottom line.

That is no life.

I remember that Oprah once said that being over forty was the most freeing age for her. That she was finally comfortable with herself.

This is definitely true for a lot of people. I feel like I’ve finally come into my own. I know what I want, and I’m able to take the steps to get there. Big, hairy scary steps.

So I’d like to put it out there that having a midlife re-evaluation is a good thing. Are you living the life you wanted? When you picture yourself in twenty years, are you happy with where you could end up?

My midlife re-evaluation landed me with a second business, I’m busier than I’ve ever been, but I’m also the happiest I’ve been. Ever.

But I’m willing to admit there are some days the muscle car option looks good.

This is not that day.