Midlife Crisis Fork In The Road

I Love Mondays
I Love Mondays

Alright, it’s Monday and I’m traveling again. And in my line of work, I seem to see a lot more than most. Here’s some midlife wisdom from bits and pieces along the way.

When you come to your midlife-crisis fork in the road, take it.

But don’t stop for dinner at the Midlife Crisis Cafe, nobody goes there anymore, it’s too crowded.

MBA’s and Blogging are both overrated, and their similarities are different.

People call my friend a midlife old man, because back in his day, they called amphibians showoffs.

And when they said someone was a little green around the gills, they actually meant it.

Anyway, happy Monday.  It’s amazing the stuff you can think of when you think of stuff.

That last one is the only original.  All the others are on consignment.

Mid Life Workaholics

“Workaholics commit slow suicide by refusing to allow the child inside them to play”. Dr. Lawrence Susser

Recognizing the intense desire to do a good job, many people still have a challenging time overcoming mid life work addiction.

My Grandfather worked full-time, plus he ran a TV repair business out of his basement.  This was back in the day when Televisions were heavy and huge.  He had to travel to people’s homes.  This traveling and the work required to repair TV’s in the basement, plus the travel to return the TV, must have made his work commitment enormous.

My Dad worked 5 1/2 days every single week at the Paper Mill.  On Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays, he taught 30-minute drum lessons in our living room – from 4pm until 8pm.  On Friday and Saturday nights, he played drums in a band – weddings, anniversaries, clubs, etc.

Now it’s my turn. Working at a Fortune 100 Company, there is no shortage of work to be done. And I’ve done it willingly for several decades.  Now, I’m also working on my retirement business – to help raise enough money to find a cure for our son’s Crohn’s disease.

The difference, I perceive, is that I have found creative ways to be part of our son’s life.  But only after I squandered the first four decades of my life.