In less than one month, I will turn forty-five; yes, forty-five. I try not to focus on age, but when reaching a milestone such as this one, it can be rather difficult. Bigger birthdays give us a reason to look back and say to ourselves, “What have I done with my life?”, “How will I handle this?”, “Will I have a meltdown?” The answers to those questions are simple, “Let me think about it”, “Not sure” and, “Absolutely”.
You see for a man, age is completely different, and the mid-life crisis is also different. Take my husband for instance. He is having his own crisis coming up on forty three. How does he handle it? He decides to become an exercise fiend—working out five to seven days a week.
He starts at about 5:30 a.m. every day, and does his regimen in our New York apartment’s living room (believe it or not)! I feel sorry for the neighbors below us. They must be up and exercising at 5:30 a.m. too. He then goes running three to five miles with Bogey, comes back, showers, dresses, and starts his real day. I on the other hand, am sleeping. Because a woman who is about to turn forty-five needs as much sleep as humanly possible; as does Mimi, who is a middle-aged kitty.
All kidding aside, what will I do on the BIG DAY? I will try not to focus on the number for sure, but that will be a waste of time. I am thinking I may get out and enjoy my city. When I think of my greatest accomplishment in life, other than convincing my husband to marry me, I realize thus far, this is it. May not seem like much, but I have wanted to live in Manhattan since I was twelve years old. It was a dream, it was a personal goal, and I accomplished that goal at age forty.
I have done a lot of cool things in the past forty-five years, but I must say, I am proudest of this one.
So for those of you who think that you are too old—whatever age you may be—to fulfill your dream, I say get off your toosh, stop thinking, and start doing. I believe it’s called the power of positive thinking, or something like that.
What about the meltdown? I hope I do all of the melting before the day, so I can savor every New York moment, whatever it is that I am doing.
Until September …