Who would have thought that the much dreaded and talked about midlife crisis has a prelude? Well it does and I am starring in my own!
Just as how no one sat me down to talk about the birds and the bees (Lord knows I barely made it through the trials and errors), no one told me there would be a crisis before the crisis. You know, the age where you are no longer part of the young and hip, and you realize that you are surrounded by a whole new generation of fashion, fads and bods.
Generation Y, aka Echo Boomers or Millennium generation, demographers deem are born between 1980 and 1994; they do everything at least 5 years younger than their predecessors. From (monitored and unmonitored) internet surfing to club hopping, these teens are much more exposed and worldly conscious. They inundate social networks and in the work world some of our corporate managers are as young as 24 years. Generation Y’s older cohorts include successful entrepreneurs from club owners to restaurateurs.
Now you see what I am up against? How do you keep up! Back in the day, my Generation X girlfriends and I were the ‘it’ thing. We were the ‘bomb’ (do those slangs even exist anymore?) Now when we get the courage and energy to leave our homes for a night of partying, we have to stand in a corner and sip on our drinks; mainly because a. we can’t do the dance moves b. we can’t do the dance moves because we are holding our breath and c. we are holding our breath to keep our stomach in! The secret is out; we do not know the true importance of the gym until we are faced with a crisis. Then the Generation Y’s get annoyed at us because we seem to bring down the vibes and hype of the party by social chit chatting.
Women more so than men feel greater social effects when they grow older, physically and emotionally. We find ourselves in constant competition with our younger counterparts and the extremists will do the plastic surgeries trying to reinvent themselves in drastic ways, a tummy tuck here facelift there. For me, I know I am too old to go back, but how do I go forward? I realize I am a couple years shy of an actual midlife crisis as this usually takes place between 40 to 60 years of age. However I need someone to sit me down and tell me how I make the transition from the Mini skirts to the Capri pants (figuratively speaking of course).
The question is, do I want to go forward and am I ready? I still enjoy much of the same things I did as a teen and early ‘twentier’, the social scenes, music and clothes (for the most part). But I have come to realize and fully understand that life is how we make it and we tend to treat it as we see it. Some of us are frivolous when time is not, living in a world that is palpable and undaunted.
Life will not sway at puerile feet so I will continue on my path of soul searching. I will continue to do the things I love and try the ones I am afraid of. Time will tell and I will be listening but until then I am going to buy a girdle!