I work with a man about to turn 40. I like to tease him because he is the next in line to tease. I'm ok with the number so far and I know he is too...so it's fun. Though I did just read something that made me turn my head. Let me find it and return.
Ok. Found it. I read this just last night while previewing a Brene Brown book. I am also writing this on Friday, Feb 22, because I am way behind in my posts.
"People may call what happens at midlife "a crisis," but it's not. It's an unraveling- a time when you feel a desperate pull to live the life you want to live, not the one you're "supposed" to live. The unraveling is a time when you are challenged by the universe to let go of who you think you are supposed to be and to embrace who you are."
It goes on to list the reasons we can also have an "unraveling" and the list includes things like: marriage, divorce, becoming a parent, recovery, moving, experiencing a loss and working in a soul-sucking job. Wow, sounds like everyone I know right now.
When a man who loves a group comes upon his big 40 it is our duty to help him celebrate. When Mumford who just came off of a Grammy win and usually only travels far, far away is going to be right in Brooklyn...you run. Well, you make him drive. But you get the idea. So the MudWorks Crew (John, Leigh Ann, Hannah and myself) went to visit the new Barclay's Center to celebrate all of it. The traffic was gentle. The little pub with no windows was perfect. The $4 Blue Moon early bird special made it affordable. The parking spot was easy. And the band...well...they were amazing. One of the best concerts ever. But let me return to the midlife crisis. I love music. I always have. I put it on hold for a while to have babies. But my "babies" are getting older and I have rediscovered the love I have for music. Instead of diapers and jars of organic baby food I can occasionally treat myself to a concert ticket. (Plus, the tons I saved on not needing formula ;) So we danced and screamed and sang our hearts out with a band who made a whole basketball arena do the same. I got over the guilt of being the forty year old at a concert on a Tuesday night and just enjoyed it for what it is. I wasn't worried about what I was "supposed" to be...but had a blast being exactly who I am.
And as for the nose ring idea I have been toying with...well, let's just say I'm skipping it.
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