The older you get, the faster it goes; The only truth that my mother ever spoke.
We are at the end of the first quarter of 2018. Where the hell does the time go, and how on earth did I actually get this old? The way I carried on as a teenager and twenty-something, it’s a small miracle that I survived at all. But here I am, a forty-something empty-nester.
One of my high school pals posted a little something on social media about the no-man’s land of being forty-something. If you’ve done it all correctly, you have some regrets about being a bit of a selfish jerk (before you knew better), and no regrets when it comes to sampling the libertarian things in life.
Forty is when you begin to realize that your contemporaries, like yourself, are tired. We’re tired of our career and the joy we once found in our hobbies has taken a back seat to responsibility. On top of all of that, our bodies are a little more…casual, our libidos are rarely in line with our opportunities, and our enthusiasm is pretty much non-existent. There are few things we haven’t experienced. We’re like teenagers – we know it all.
We lack enthusiasm.
So, we’re a quarter gone in 2018. The new year is no longer new. Are you enthusiastic about anything my darlings?
While I was trying to figure out what the hell was missing after my awesome kiddo left the nest, I realized after a couple of months that it was my enthusiasm. There wasnt’ anything that I allowed myself to get excited about.
So I rediscovered a few of the hobbies I had let slide. And I got enthusiastic about getting better at them.
What I learned is that there is nothing more sexy than enthusiasm. And that my darling middle-aged friends, is golden.