Because I can’t.
I’ve decided that we don’t have midlife crises – what we have are cycles of reinvention. It’s just that when one of them happens to come within ten years of your fortieth birthday, it’s called a “midlife crisis.”
Dye your hair pink when you’re 20? No problem.
Buy a motorcycle at 25? Hey, you’re young, that’s no problem.
Take up salsa dancing at 35? Oh, you’re trying to hold onto your youth, aren’t you? But you’re not that old – it’s not really a problem.
Dye your hair pink when you’re 40? Don’t you know you’re not 20 anymore?
Buy a motorcycle at 50? Next thing you know, you’ll be filing for divorce and making a fool of yourself in singles’ bars.
Take up salsa dancing at 65? I think it’s great you have something to do in your old age!
And that, children, is my rant for the day. Now go buy yourself a motorcycle and ride it to your salsa class. I, for one, applaud you for living, when so many people around you are stagnating instead.
Yeah. That’s the best post I’ve seen in a long time about this kind of thing. Thanks.
Having watched my grandmother stagnate into her grave, I’m even more determined to keep exploring and learning and trying new things. (Except the pink hair. I’d go fire-engine red.)
Are you telling me if I had purple hair in my 20′s and then have purple hair AGAIN when I’m in my 70′s that I’m clinging to my youth too hard? Or that I should reconsider my brand of hair rinse?
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Thanks, Cath.
Darice, that’s it exactly.
Kae – if you dye your hair purple at 70, you’re fabulous. It’s only if you dye your hair purple at 40 that some people will think you’re delusional.