My mid-life crisis

Jamie and I were recently talking in bed and he casually mentioned my mid-life crisis.

“My mid-life crisis? What are you talking about? I’m not having a mid-life crisis. I’m perfectly happy and grateful!”

“Really? Because a couple of weeks ago, you wrote about feeling at a crossroads in your life and were frustrated over your lack of direction.”

“So, that’s normal. Everyone feels that way sometimes.”

“And then last week, you were talking about how bummed you are that your body is falling apart and how it’s all downhill from here.”

“I’m having a mid-life crisis!”

“Yup.”

“Well, have you had your mid-life crisis?”

“Yes. I was 28, got cancer and lost my job.”

If you’re going to have a mid-life crisis, I wouldn’t recommend his.

Now, excuse me while I go buy a Ferrari and get a face lift.