Being distressed is unnecessary.
Wondering if this is as good as life gets?
Fearing the best years are behind you/unsure what the future holds?
Feeling a growing disconnect between your thirty-something self-image and forty-something reality?
No longer wanting to live the afternoon of life carrying the dirt of life’s morning?
Being self-critical because aren’t you supposed to have stuff figured out by now?!
Needing a guide to map out your new landscape?
Welcome to my online couch.
I’d spent five days luxuriating with friends at Solaz, an impossibly cool luxury resort…the likes of which I may never experience again. First, there was the general Baja-ness of the place. Often when you buy a picture frame, there's a photo already in it. Frequently it's of a couple in their late-sixties…not just good-looking, but privileged, blessed, walking hand in hand on a secluded beach. I used to think they were professional models. Now I suspect they're just ordinary vacationers at Solaz…
“A ‘midlife crisis’ happens to other people, not me.” I told myself. Genial, hard working, multi-talented…I could maneuver most situations like a human Swiss Army Knife. But as I approached 38, I entered into a two-year period I couldn’t maneuver out of…
I had a 5-minute date last week that ended with the guy bolting for the door and deleting me on Bumble. “What could I possibly have said in those five minutes to produce that kind of reaction?” I wondered as I slurped my chai latte and did a quick mental recap…