On Midlife.

Midlife is hard because we’ve managed hard stuff.

The grief of a lost loved one. The wait of an unrealized dream. The loss of a broken relationship.

Midlife is tough because…

Not a Midlife Crisis, but a Midlife Seize It.

This is what my girlfriend said to me over margaritas.

Did you hear that? Lemme say it louder for the beat-down Midlifers in the back.

A MIDLIFE SEIZE-IT.

See, this friend here is someone I have known since the first day of kindergarten.

In case you need a friendly reminder, Midlifer.

It’s okay to take a deep breath, and it’s just as okay to zero in on that thing that consumes your focus. You can do both.

It’s okay to grieve what needs to be grieved, and it’s absolutely fine to celebrate that which deserves to be celebrated. You can do both.

It’s okay to pause when pause is appropriate, and it’s alright to push through some things, too. You can do both.

Midlife is a masterpiece, and I’m here for it.

I’m here for the wide-open weekend. And also the strong Mondays.

I’m here for the road less traveled. And also the daily mundane.

I’m here for the wide, wide world. And also my safe, comfy bed.

I’m here for the fresh, new seasons. And also the same, old routine.