All in Musings
This is something I frequently hear parents say—'“my only hope is that my children are happy.” I never know how to respond to this statement because I wouldn’t dare wish this on my boys. I don’t know much, but I do know that spending your life looking for happiness is the surest way to be unhappy.
I didn’t play team sports as a kid. I didn’t really play any sports, except in PE class, which caused me so much anxiety I frequently vomited on my way to the gymnasium. Don’t get me wrong, I was a physically active kid, spending most of my days outside.
While my needs were always met as a child, my family didn’t have excess funds for frivolous things. My parents are also very conservative, so even if they had had unlimited resources, the foolishness of expensive clothing for their teenage daughter would not have been a priority.
Over a short period of time, I realized the value of keeping up with cousins and sharing photos with friends was outweighed by the divisive nature of political posts and the self-doubt inducing humble bragging of many of my connections.
I’m pretty sure I’m not having a midlife crisis. I think it’s something else. I’ll call it a midlife pickle.
