When I think of “midlife crisis”, I think of balding middle aged men driving convertible sports cars. Since I’m not balding, not a man, and don’t have a sports car, I have to figure out for myself what midlife crisis means to me.

I certainly don’t feel like I have a crisis of identity or self-confidence. If anything, I have only grown to be more comfortable with who I am inside over time. Regardless of how unhappy I was with myself through my younger years, I have come to accept myself more and more as I age.

All the deep and philosophical thoughts aside, I am loving my 40’s. I feel stronger and healthier than I ever have in my whole life. The kids are now old enough to be active with me. Last winter, all of us skied, and Josh was leaving me in the dust by the end of the season. This summer, we have put on more mileage on our bikes than ever. For the first time I bought new running shoes because I wore out the previous pair with running mileage. I get grumpy if I miss a workout or a run or a bike ride. I crave wholesome and simple foods. Tonight, we had a visit from this really lovely nutritionist who is going to help our family eat better and more wholesome foods.

So if anything, my midlife is pretty damn awesome. I’d like to call it midlife adventure, or maybe midlife party!