#45 Is Sending Me Into a Mid-Life Crisis

Where’s my Porsche?

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I’d like to live until I am 90 if I am fit and my mind is right. So, today, I am officially at my mid-life if I do live until my desired age.

Happy 45th birthday to me!

After I ramble, please enjoy a few fun facts about me if you so desire.

So yeah, where’s my Porsche?

I am only half kidding. My husband and I have been sharing a car for the past 6 months and it’s starting to get annoying.

We had a gas guzzler that we weren’t using and we figured we didn’t need it since we both work from home. But, we both do actually like to leave the home to do other things.

My husband plays pickleball several times a week now for at least 3–4 hours each time. So, I am stuck at home during those times and have to plan accordingly.

I won’t be getting a Porsche but I am feeling the need for a car of my own again.

Is that why people buy a fancy sports car when they are in their midlife? Because you only live once? The clock starts ticking faster and you think, why not?

Maybe dissatisfaction with life sinks in and you haven’t done what you wanted to do by this age, so you say screw it, I am buying that Porsche.