A Crisis of the Oldest Kind

Last night, I think I figured out what is happening with me lately. I am in the throes of a mid-life-crisis! It's logical explanation, I think!

When the new year turned 2008, it meant one more year until I have my 40th high school class reunion. 2008 is the year my "baby" sisters turn 40 and I know I'm old enough to be their mother. 2008 is way too close to 2011 when I turn 60 years old. I live in the hot-bed of Winter Texans and in many cases all I see are white-haired, elderly people.... the local RV park's dance, the taco night at the American Legion, the kite festival at the island, the lutefisk supper at church.... all of these since last Tuesday night!

I feel like I'm in one of those horror movies where the laughing clown keeps popping up on the screen to make fun of you while you are terrified. Only it's white-haired, elderly people popping up on the scene to remind that I'm getting there... old age.... sooner than I want to admit! It's a mid-life crisis, it's got to be! Why else would I dig out a 33-years-old picture and show it to hubby and Mom to "prove" that "I don't look that much older, do I?"

Why else would I want to sell my house to get away from older people (and turmoil)? Why else would I want to buy a new sporty car? No, not in the color of candy-apple-red, but glacier-blue to match the cold blood in my veins. Yes, cold-blooded, that is the way I felt after writing my blog yesterday. I guess I just wanted to exclaim about .... I don't want to get old!

But if I'm lucky, it's inevitable that I will get old. I know I need to count my blessings. What else does a person do for a mid-life crisis? Besides cry?