Things I couldn't do before my Mid-Life Crisis
I've avoided blogging for months and months, for a completely stupid reason. A door in my life closed and another opened; I am living such a different life now that I've wanted to write an entry that bridges the gap--that takes stock of the past and explains how I got to where I am now, before allowing subsequent entries to carry me into my future.
I forgot one very important thing: it's a blog, fer cryin' out loud. Not my life's masterpiece. Only about 3 people read it. Sheesh...
So here's a wee list to stand in for the Amazing Stock-Taking Literary Masterpiece.
Things I Can Do that I Didn't Feel Entirely Able to Do before My Mid-Life Crisis . (Snappy title, eh?)
Aside from the knife thing, which was a phobia, all these things are fundamental to my nature, and without them I don't feel like a complete person. When I first struck out on my own, I couldn't articulate it this way; all I had to go on was a bunch of feelings and a powerful need to "find myself". Well, I've found myself now.
I forgot one very important thing: it's a blog, fer cryin' out loud. Not my life's masterpiece. Only about 3 people read it. Sheesh...
So here's a wee list to stand in for the Amazing Stock-Taking Literary Masterpiece.
Things I Can Do that I Didn't Feel Entirely Able to Do before My Mid-Life Crisis . (Snappy title, eh?)
- Take risks.
- Travel on impulse.
- Get stuck or lost in places and cope without help.
- Collect animals on impulse--no matter how many legs, fangs, or offspring they have.
- Encourage ants and other invertebrates into the house by feeding them.
- Invite anyone I please back to the house, even if I've just met them; even if they're crazy or high.
- Kiss anyone without upsetting anyone else.
- Fall in love periodically without it being an issue.
- Dress like a jumble sale.
- Squat in the middle of the road to look at bugs without embarrassing anyone.
- Sniff objects during walks, with people who want to sniff them too.
- Climb things not made for climbing.
- Manage my health my way.
- Handle kitchen knives. Even scarily sharp ones.
Aside from the knife thing, which was a phobia, all these things are fundamental to my nature, and without them I don't feel like a complete person. When I first struck out on my own, I couldn't articulate it this way; all I had to go on was a bunch of feelings and a powerful need to "find myself". Well, I've found myself now.