Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy!
Normally when I read Scott Feschuk’s articles in Maclean’s magazine, I laugh so hard I pee my pants. This is not as bad as it sounds because I usually only get to read Maclean’s in the bathroom, so don’t worry.
A recent Feschuk column, however still humourous, was a bit more philosophical as he contemplated his own midlife crisis. What really caught my attention, without the accompanying incontinence, was a comment in reply to his column. A Dr. Drummond, author of the The Midlife Crisis Handbook (how perfect is this for that hard-to-buy-for-in-midlife-crisis someone on your list?), pointed out that, “Midlife Crisis is a term first used by Elliott Jacques in a research paper in 1965 where he discussed the angst of middle aged men in big business. They were asking the question, Is this all there is? and really struggling with whether or not their feelings called for a big change in their lives. A functional Midlife Crisis is a massive shortcut to living your dreams when it is done well and done on purpose.”
If posing the query, “Is this all there is?” designates a midlife crisis, then everyone in my family is having one on a fairly regular basis – particularly around dinner time.
Secondly, a “…massive shortcut to living your dreams? There’s only one shortcut I know to living my dreams, and it’s called Lotto649.
So in contrast to Dr. Drummond’s definition, clearly the midlife crisis that all your neighbours want to talk about is a dysfunctional Midlife Crisis: running off with the secretary, buying a motorcycle or a leasing two-seater sportscar – none of which are particularly sensible for a married man in his midlife!
I took a different approach and recently preempted my husband’s midlife crisis by giving him permission to take on a mistress. Yep, a marital hall pass. My one and only condition was that she have her own car and is willing to drive our kids to hockey. Not surprisingly, he has no takers so far, and my dear husband is suggesting that’s because the 30-somethings in his life aren’t big on hockey. I say the 30-somethings in his life aren’t big on him.
Funny how the crises of most women involve altering the effects of time, whereas for men it involves fooling the effects of time. As for me, I figure I’ve had at least a dozen midlife crises along my journey, which Dr. Drummond thankfully points out is perfectly normal. It’s doubtful I would mourn the choices I’ve made in life and entirely unthinkable for me to take dysfunctional action to undo any of them. I have no shortage of complaints about what new dysfunction plagues my body and mind these days but the midlife decisions that plague most women hold no controversy for me: if it involves needles or knives, I just need to get over myself. Which means of course that most of my midlife crises go entirely unnoticed…that is … until that crisis is interrupted by yet another of Life’s existential mysteries: did we run out of peanut butter again?
How will you handle your midlife crisis?