mid-life crisis vs Do-Over
If I live as long as all the magazines seem to say I might, I well may make it to 91 or even 92. (Barring cancer, plague, west vile nirus, bird flu, or weapons of mass destruction). So, imagining that I am about as crazy as I'll ever be and acknowledging that if I go any more crazy and/or senile I won't really give a damn, I may have more than 43 years left on my balance sheet.
That seems incredibly overwhelming. I mean, I've already lived 43 years and I don't need to take a survey to let me in on the secret that living this long has already been LONG AND HARD, not to mention pretty darn tiring. Don't get me wrong - it has also been awe-inspiring, exhilarating, and well worth the trip. But looking ahead at having to do that much time seems...well, a bit Promethean.
Lately, while pondering this "if I'm at my midlife, then I'm half-way done" plot, it has occurred to me that, essentially, this is my "Do-Over" time. Journalists and story-tellers love to feature folk on their way out of this existence and their wise words. You've heard them, "if I had to do it all over again, I would scritch more puppy ears, try gazpacho without asking for it to be zapped in the microwave, and leave off prying the black mold out of the folds of the rubber gaskets on the freezer door of the refrigerator in the rental unit" (heheh. Ask tshuma or miss_emelia, to whom flonk and I are eternally in debt for getting our ENTIRE rental deposit back)
Here I sit, with a total Do-Over staring back at me from the full-length mirror. And,(as far as I can tell), I'm hardly even dead yet!
So here's the big ponderous query. If I had it all over to do again, and I DO, what would I do different?
What would you do different?
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