I didn’t really have a mid-life crisis at 40 or 50. I didn’t have the urge to buy a sports car, unbutton my shirt a few bottons down and wear a gold chain with a big gold medallion, have a face lift, or start going to church because I’m afraid I might die some day.
I just came to this simple realization about myself:
I am 50, and except for the things I enjoy doing and the people I enjoy being around, I simply don’t give a fuck. And that feels good.