Not now but soon.
I would love to be a procrastinator but I really can’t be bothered!
That’s not strictly true, it isn’t something that people would immediately think if my name was mentioned. Deep down there are wonderful reserves of laziness that may someday find their way to the surface and I will simply not move for extended periods of time. I do hope that if this ever happens I will be lying in a hammock overlooking a crystalline ocean being gently rocked by a balmy breeze.
As it is, life is tirelessly trundling along.
This morning in a local tool store I met a friend and we briefly shared the busy life conversation. She was gainfully employed in the sweeping duties that precedes the floor washing which fills her mornings; we are at the age where where we are mid life in every respect.
We are mid way through the years that we can reasonably expect if all things go to the allotment, our children are over the half way to adulthood and our days are spent doing what is necessary to maintain a lifestyle to which we have become accustomed. Our brief interaction was mid life in a day of business and was something that makes life worth living.
We are all of us involved in some way with being mid life inasmuch as we are all alive. The choice we have is whether we engage mid life or keep pushing the living part out to some fanciful point when we have reached a mythical status or financial plateau.
It is my feeling that we are duty bound to our families when once we make the decision to have them. I don’t have the luxury of striking out on whims when I have dependants; it is true that my wife and I have taken some counter cultural decisions in the past and believe that they have enriched our lives and those of our children. But for the immediate future the obligation that I have is to ensure that they have the best possible opportunity to grow into adults with the focus that will set them on the path for their lives whatever that may be.
The crisis that comes to a lot of my gender around my age is commonly tagged as a crisis. It isn’t really a crisis as much as a dawning realisation that the amount of sand in the glass is beginning to accumulate proportionately more in the lower section. This prompts a great deal of men to engage in rash actions or purchases rather than a measured gratefulness for what they do actually have.
As for where we are now, where you are now, the choice is repeated continually with every new moment and every new day whether we are going to be living mid life or later.