Google. I hate what you have just done to my You Tube account. I know
there is no recourse and that just makes me angrier. Why must you keep
making You Tube harder and harder to use? I mean, I'm trying to watch
videos. That's what you want, isn't it?
When I was in my twenties I had a hard time getting my
life started. I think this is normal… though my troubles were maybe not.
I wanted to teach and so got a degree and did the student teaching
thing and I was horrible at it. I was married during college so I had a
husband and of course he didn’t really understand.
Student teaching went so badly that I ended up working in a plastic
factory instead… which was terrible. So then, I quit that job and went
to grad school. Then I got pregnant and divorced, in that order. Life is
all about timing.
Graduate school, and single parenthood were followed by teaching at a
college a long way from home for a short time… while single parenting.
Then I fell in love again. I think falling in love is generally a bad
idea, but we keep doing it.
So I quit that job, which I actually loved, to move states away,
still far from home, get married and own my own business, making signs.
Everybody knows that teaching college biology is the perfect way to work
your way into graphic design… right?
The marriage was terrible but I was determined not to end up twice
divorced… so I did that for ten years… sign making and terrible
marriage. Then my dad died. By then I was 39. Middle age… look where my
life had gone. Dad’s death served as a wake-up call. We only get so much
time… it’s actually quite a bit of time, but we don’t notice it going
away. A lot happens. We try really hard again and again and we still
fail… I was dead broke. After trying so hard at love and success, I was a
failure and I was working retail.
That’s a midlife crisis. That’s all the experience that led up to it.
That’s quitting a marriage of TEN years and moving back home and
starting over AGAIN. I know it probably seems rotten, to young people,
when I say a quarter life crisis is not the same. But it’s still not the
same. The heartbreak of failing at student teaching was real
heartbreak, but it wasn’t a midlife crisis. Of course, this is just my
experience and I’m often wrong… obviously.