I’m Off To A Gig, Where’s My Leather Jacket?

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Warning warning midlife crisis imminent…The first sign is the purchasing of a leather jacket, followed by a ‘trendy’ new haircut or maybe a tattoo, then joining a ukulele evening class and announcing that you are “going to more gigs this year, maybe even a festival”. This is what happens once the children have left home and you have more time on your hands, time to do a bit of soul searching and becoming aware of your own mortality,  you want to reconnect with your more youthful self etc…

On the other hand if like myself you have never stopped going to watch live music, then you might be offended by the mere suggestion that going to a gig is the sign of a midlife crisis. I for one have never felt out of place at any gig and I have certainly been to a few. But you must admit its difficult not to snigger when you see ‘an older person’ head for the mosh pit losing complete control, jumping around like a lunatic, oblivious to the pretty young things muttering ‘loser’ under their breath.

So what is the etiquette at a music venue if you are over a certain age? I reckon dress like a teenager if you must, sport the obligatory leather jacket if it helps, but remember, only a gentle nodding of the head with your hands in your jeans pockets (or your leather trousers if you’re really suffering) is acceptable, and if you insist on moving other parts of your body, please stand in the dark at the back, where you’ll find me gently swaying in time with the music, a serious look on my face, pretending I‘m a journalist.

[Liza]

 

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Who The Hell Am I?

I feel compelled to write about the fact that I think I am facing a massive female midlife crisis, life transition, maturity journey or whatever you want to call it!  Well that’s what I think it is anyway, although I mentioned this to a work colleague who just laughed and said you’re way past that age love!  Bloody cheek I thought, but it got me thinking.

Is there an official age to have a midlife crisis then? It never crossed my mind that there was.  Is it at 40? 45? 50? 55?  It depends how long you’re going to live surely? Now there’s a question and imagine if you knew this when you were born.  Would it encourage you to live the life you wanted to live rather than the one you think you have to?  It would be like having a deadline (excuse the pun) and I for one know how mine would go.  It would all happen at the last minute!

Anyway back to my crisis. The thing is I have reached an age where for me as a woman, I am entering a phase of many changes.  My motherly duties are less challenging. I have three children all of whom are independent, wonderful people. Yes they still need me at times for emotional or financial support, but I actually feel that I am no longer a mother first and a person second! It is time for me to be me.

So I’ve been doing a bit of soul searching to say the least, asking myself a few questions, for example: What the hell am I going to do with my life? Do I enjoy my job? What do I really want to do?  What happened to “arty me”?  Do I even like my partner? And who the hell am I anyway’? I think I might be having an identity crisis too.

My plan is to rediscover myself within the blogging universe.

[Liza]