Why did I think I’d escape the good ol cliche “mid life crisis”? Oh yeah, because I was sure I already went through one like ten years ago. Yet here we are.
I keep coming across reminders that I need to “Reclaim a part of myself”. The random stale Camel from the pack I’ve had for 3 years because I quit smoking 6 years ago. A renewed passion for music and concerts (since I was the local ska princess 20+ years ago lol). And craving urbex, deep conversations, and fun parties.
Or at least an occasional break from homeschooling, making dinners, & attempting to clean the house (always a futile goal).
Is it a mid life crisis though? Or emotional burnout from all the bullshit I’ve been through the past few years (caregiving, stress, the world melting down)?
Yeah, probably both.
Could be worse though, I suppose… 😉
🔥 Reclaiming yourself isn’t selfish — it’s survival.
Got your own midlife (or burnout) story? Share it in the comments or repost with your own “clues from the universe.” Let’s normalize the chaos.
Stay weird. Stay loud. Stay you. ✨
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