I Guess I'm in a Pickle
What is a midlife crisis? Not sure I know what midlife means, much less midlife crisis. I do know that for several years, I’ve had an itch—no, I don’t need Calamine lotion or a backscratcher—but I’ve had an itch that goes much deeper than skin-deep. It’s much more challenging to pinpoint. This itch reaches into my mind, heart and soul. Into my core.
I’m pretty sure I’m not having a midlife crisis. I think it’s something else. I’ll call it a midlife pickle. In baseball, a pickle happens when a baserunner is stranded between two bases and is in jeopardy of being tagged out.
This is where I am, trying to leave behind the bad habits of my youth and time wasters of second base, while striving to make it to the enlightened and empowered safety of third. Also, pickles can be sweet, salty, acidic (all traits I have) and they’re just fun. I love the word pickle, I love eating pickles, I love making pickles. Hell, I’ve sold my homemade pickles from an honor stand in my front yard, and I sometimes carry a pickle-shaped flask.
In Midlife Pickle, we’ll explore reasons to hurry up because time is short and we have much to accomplish before we’re done. We’re also going to figure out how to slow down because breathing and being present in the moment are what make life enjoyable. Here’s hoping you’ll join me on this journey from second to third and back again. Who knows where we’ll end up or if we’ll be tagged out – I’m sure we’ll learn a little, grow a lot and have fun along the way.
