Midlife Crisis

Last night I explained to a friend how all the radical changes I'm making in my life are because I'm having a midlife crisis. And then I took some time and thought about that term and realized that I hate it. Crisis is a bad word! And I don't use the word BAD very often. Where the hell did this term come from, anyway?! If you aren't content with the life you're living and you need a radical change I don't call that a crisis, I call it a f#€%ing revolution!

If in and around age 40 (yes I'm getting there, my friends) you start to reevaluate your life and decide that you want to do it differently, how the hell is that a crisis? At 40(ish) you're standing on decades that were formed by being a hormonal teenager, an explorative and possibly reckless twenty-something and then a barely figuring it out thirty-something. Our life is based on years that aren't forged with a lot of self-awareness and wisdom. That stuff comes later. After experience. After triumph. After failure. So, in my mind you only start figuring IT out LATER. And, ok, a rare few figure it out early, but I wasn't one of them.

I was that reckless teenager. I had no real plan going into college and even world affairs (i.e. 9/11) would lead to further dramatic re-routing. Throw in a hefty dose of PTSD in my twenties, while trying to establish myself as an event planner/project manager, and you've got a pretty haphazard path forged. My thirties arrived and I found yoga as my path, however, I was still in the 20-something survival mode. Only with the onset of some crazy auto-immune stuff on the brink of my 37th birthday have I finally taken stock of my life and applied what wisdom I've garnered.

How often do we take stock of our life, see what's not working and actually change it? I'm blown away by how easy complacency is. And yet, 30 years from now, am I going to be happy that I lived my life complacently? 

This post isn't about me, it's about giving voice to that urge that's within you. Complacency shrouds our inner compass and we so often refuse to listen and take the perceivably scary steps to live our fullest potential. Not to be dramatic, but having faced death 2-1/2 times now, I'm clear how silly those fears are and how much we starve ourselves of joy simply with the act of complacency. 

What is it that your soul is calling you to do? What b#llshit fears are you placing in your way? I invite you to consider how you'll feel looking back decades from now on which path you chose: the soul calling or the fear based. The time is now, my friends. I'm having a midlife revolution, care to join me?

Kiara McBain