1/3 Life Crisis
We have all heard of the quarter life crisis and a midlife crisis is on the horizon out there somewhere, I am sure, but lately I have been all-consumed with the 1/3 life crisis. Or more specifically, going through it.
It really started to take hold when I turned 33 a few months back (which may mean I am destined to live to 99, which would be a good thing). All of a sudden, something started to shift in me, my likes, my dislikes, my new likes. Something about the way I look at the world and everything in it. Something about my outlook on life…it got…sunnier. Which is profoundly mind-boggling for someone voted “most pessimistic” in high school.
I have adopted a softer, more thoughtful approach to so many things — rather than the classic fashion staples I always relied on like black, white, stripes, flats, I am suddenly taken by patterns, color, layers of jewelry. I was never a huge makeup person and still don’t cake it on, but now I put more thought and effort into it and actually enjoy the ritual each morning, instead of seeing it as a tedious step towards getting out the door. I have been driving a little slower. Not all the time, but some of the time. I chose to read TIME over Harper’s Bazaar at the nail salon the other day. I ordered yoga DVDs and decided to stop trying to torture myself into being a run-on-the-treadmill kind of girl, regardless of how many more calories it may burn. And we all know about the cooking. Out of absolutely nowhere, I have begun pouring over recipes, baking up a storm on Sunday afternoons, and taking pride in preparing a beautiful home-cooked meal for skater hubs every night…after 15 years of takeout.
I have heard so many people say that you become more confident in your 30s. You learn to accept yourself. You find out what really matters.
And I guess that is all a part of it.
But more than anything, I have found that I don’t need to be so hard and fast in life. It’s already hard and fast enough as it is.