"I think it is possible to track the onset of middle age exactly. It is the moment when you examine your life and instead of a field of possibility opening out..." you realise your life is shit and isn't going to get much better. (To paraphrase Hari Hunzru, as discovered via a facebook post.)
Fitting that someone I don't actually see In Real Life anymore should share an unfairly well written and unnecessarily accurate description of the tipping point, that I have recently become aware of having tipped over. My facebook has become an obituary to friendships-past.
How happy I was to turn 40. Despite a recent divorce (hello dear reader, I was not quite separated when last I wrote, all done and dusted now!), and a more recent betrayal by a man and a "friend" (it turned out getting divorced was a breeze, there are much worse people out there!), and generally being single and dissatisfied with my career and feeling low on friends... I felt great about the milestone.
I think I'm currently at the hump point - right in the mid-life crisis zone. I've already gotten rid of the husband and even bought a new car. I've dated younger men and have screwed around enough for several lifetimes. And if I enjoy substances any more than I do now then I won't get to live too much of the second-half of my life.
So I guess I'll have to find something else to appease my restlessness on the road to acceptance, to eccentric middle-age and beyond.
Any suggestions?
