I turned 40 two years ago and apparently many people at age 40-ish tend to question their lives and spend lots of time thinking of what to do with the next 40 years. Perhaps at this age we’ve got the kids we want, we’ve pursued a career, we’ve traveled and we might even have fulfilled one or two life dreams, or projects. Some buy a motor cycle, run a marathon or write that book.
But then what?
I became a journalist in my 20s, I worked as an Editor and advanced to Editors’ Manager. I moved over the tekkie side of writing and developed web sites. When that wasn’t enough I moved into a different field such as the health industry to see if that was the answer. I also pursued the dream of writing that book.
When that was completed I started a business on the side running courses inspiring people to live their dream. I developed, moved forward, changed and adapted.
So now, I am once again at a cross roads in my life, dwelling upon the next step. I’ve done the back-packer-thing, the university-thing, the career-thing, the marriage-ting, the kids-thing, the falling-in-love-thing, the pursuing-my-dream-thing and the spiritual awakening-thing (haven’t run a marathon though).
So what is next?
After two years of dwelling upon this and getting nowhere I decided to take a different approach: I started listing all the stuff that I like doing to see if I could see a pattern. Guess what I came up with!
I want to become a house-wife!
But not a modern house wife who does all the hard work, I want to move back in time and be a semi-wealthy house wife in the 19th century who is cared for. Here is my list:
- Not work at all
- Play with my kids
- Spend time with loved ones
- Socialize with friends
- Go to the theater and other cultural events
- Get served
- Do some crafty stuff
- Eat good food
- Go for walks in nature
- Spend summers in my summer house
I mean – what is this? I am an independent, hard-working, modern woman who is all for equality – yet I wish that someone time warped me back a couple of centuries so that I can lead a life thousands of women have fought for getting us out of. Can some old(er) wise person please tell me what is going on?
In all seriousness though, I think that perhaps part of growing up shows us that it is not the things, the achievements, the goals and the “doings” that count. It’s the other stuff. The soft shit that holds us people together and that makes us go all sweet and peacful on the inside. Only some of us (thick idiots) have to live for 40 years and do all the “doings” before we realize that.
Realize that life is all about relaxing, having fun and loving each other.
Now I just have to find the means to do it (because I am still an independent woman so I take back the being cared for part).
Enjoy your life at any age and pass this on to all the 20-year-olds (although I think they are much smarter than I was/am).