Fast and Furious
There are many ways one can take an incoming mid-life crisis. The most obvious and celebrated is of course having an affair with the secretary. A very close second is the purchase of a very expensive sports car or in often cases one would choose for a motorbike.
Even though they all look like male ways to live through some difficult years I do not know, actually I do not think that this is actually true.
The first signs of my personal mid-life crisis have already started to appear months ago when doubts raised in my mind on whether several of the yet unfulfilled youth dreams actually still had time to materialize.
You all know one of the first consequences of this process, I picked up figure skating! A bit off the beaten track of the mid-life crisis activities you would say; indeed I have to admit a bit unconventional. On an attempt to go more mainstream I started to contemplate the very conventional list just spelled out above.
On the item number one I did not dwell long, as you know there aren't many male secretaries in my line of business. Item number two had already been covered by my husband own mid-life crisis, which left me with item number three.
Even though I wanted to go mainstream I still wanted to give it my personal spin (If I had wanted to be truly conventional I would have just started training for the (half) marathon).
I decided to go back to the source, what was exactly the youth wish which was at risk of never being fulfilled? Well, when I was in high school I always wanted to have a scooter. You know the wish for coolness always has deep roots. And right then my plan started to take shape. A scooter? ....A scooter. A scooter! .....Yes a scooter but which one? A Vespa of course!!!
What a feeling of freedom and empowerment, no permission to be asked to anybody, no budget issues, no limitations whatsoever. I could live my mid-life crisis totally my own way. So I did it.
After thorough market investigation (with a little help of my friends) I selected model and supplier, and three weeks later this jewel of Italian design, creativity and top craftsmanship was in my garage.
As you can imagine I am still a very poor driver but Nora is pushing me to practice as often as possible. She has a vested interest in this, she knows that she won't be able to ride with me before I will be fully proficient.
So here I am at the verge of the forties, a poor Vespa rider and a poor figure skater but totally my own woman.
Even though they all look like male ways to live through some difficult years I do not know, actually I do not think that this is actually true.
The first signs of my personal mid-life crisis have already started to appear months ago when doubts raised in my mind on whether several of the yet unfulfilled youth dreams actually still had time to materialize.
You all know one of the first consequences of this process, I picked up figure skating! A bit off the beaten track of the mid-life crisis activities you would say; indeed I have to admit a bit unconventional. On an attempt to go more mainstream I started to contemplate the very conventional list just spelled out above.
On the item number one I did not dwell long, as you know there aren't many male secretaries in my line of business. Item number two had already been covered by my husband own mid-life crisis, which left me with item number three.
Even though I wanted to go mainstream I still wanted to give it my personal spin (If I had wanted to be truly conventional I would have just started training for the (half) marathon).
I decided to go back to the source, what was exactly the youth wish which was at risk of never being fulfilled? Well, when I was in high school I always wanted to have a scooter. You know the wish for coolness always has deep roots. And right then my plan started to take shape. A scooter? ....A scooter. A scooter! .....Yes a scooter but which one? A Vespa of course!!!
What a feeling of freedom and empowerment, no permission to be asked to anybody, no budget issues, no limitations whatsoever. I could live my mid-life crisis totally my own way. So I did it.
After thorough market investigation (with a little help of my friends) I selected model and supplier, and three weeks later this jewel of Italian design, creativity and top craftsmanship was in my garage.
As you can imagine I am still a very poor driver but Nora is pushing me to practice as often as possible. She has a vested interest in this, she knows that she won't be able to ride with me before I will be fully proficient.
So here I am at the verge of the forties, a poor Vespa rider and a poor figure skater but totally my own woman.
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