What better day to have a midlife crisis than on one's 51st birthday? I'm over a half-century old and swore I would be dead by the time I was 30. Haha, who have I cheated? I guess I needed to stick around for the kids, and I will sprain my arm patting myself on the back for those two. All I know is when I was 30 those eggs didn't even drop into the tube yet and my biggest worry was what would I be drinking that night. Two decades later how things have changed.
But one thing remains the same. My desire to take the summer off. Always have, always will. No matter where I worked, and I was never a teacher so didn't get paid to have that time off, my employer always gave me the freedom to leave and then begged me to come back in the fall. Sometimes I did, sometimes I didn't. Since I'm my own boss now I will do the same, and put my life on hold. Maybe I can finagle a raise when I return.
Of course there are some things I cannot shirk like monthly taxes, quarterly returns, seeing my child through surgery and nursing her back to health. But other stuff I can skip, especially self-imposed deadlines, and you know what, I'm not going to feel guilty about it. I don't know how many years I have left so I'm going to enjoy myself -- perhaps travel, do some paranormal investigations, if lucky hit lotto, maybe have a personality crisis. I'll be here, there and everywhere but nowhere in particular. See you around!
Fudgie Wudgies here!!! (Only Brooklynites will understand!)