Getting older means both having more limitations and also a better sense of how to creatively use those limitations for good. We live in a micro-attention-span world, so if you don’t have time to read my long-winded blog post, take that one sentence as my two cents on midlife crises.
Just to put things in human context, let me describe my weekend. Perhaps due to a bunch of displaced anxiety over a job I’m applying for, I ate too many fatty, carby things. I had leftover corned beef from a St. Patrick’s Day dinner party in the freezer, and I chopped it up to make hash. It was delicious, but exactly what I don’t need right now since I’m working to lose weight (and over time, succeeding). Old habits die hard, and overeating is one of my longest-held bad habits.
On the other hand, I also went to my power swimming class, where there’s a teacher so motivational she makes you move at speeds heretofore unexperienced. She blends the right amount of praise and critique, and offers up little challenges between students. Taking her class is the first time I’ve ever noticed my body becoming hot while I’m in the water. As the woman I was matched with for drills today said to me, “The buzz from this class lasts all day.” For me, it really lasts two days: one day, I feel the heat and the glow of having taken care of myself. The day after, I feel a bittersweet soreness in muscles I didn’t know I had, and wonder why I so rarely use them.
Saturday night, I went to an underground party held in a group of trucks on an industrial street, a spin-off of the Burning Man culture I’ve been involved with for nearly 15 years. People volunteered to drive up trucks in which they ran, for free, little art-thangs: a comedy club; a burlesque show; a maze; a cupcake giveaway. It was charming, fun, and experimental — all things I like.
Over the weekend, I also wrote thousands of words in total for the job application; my blog; and on fiction projects. I don’t really have such a thing as a typical weekend, but this was a very Farai weekend — some healthy, some unhealthy; some mild-mannered hedonism, and a lot of work. I used to focus on the imperfections within my behavior. Now I’ve realized that part of growing up is knowing that nothing’s perfect, and putting into place little failsafes (like exercise classes) so that my weaknesses don’t overwhelm me.
While that transformation is not strictly age-specific, this phase of life is something my peers and I are puzzling through, bit by bit. It includes: death of your elders; once in while, your peers; and sometimes, shockingly, even your juniors. Plus: career and vocational crises; financial reversals; love’s labor’s lost… and paradise regained.
To the extent that I’ve made peace with this process of examination and re-prioritization, it’s because I’ve made peace with aspects of myself both admirable and problematic, weak and strong. Knowing more about your own weaknesses and gaining a sense of rigor, if not mastery, over your behavior is key to surviving a midlife crisis or — honestly — life in general. But in the past few years, I’ve gotten less likely to think I can change my nature and more likely to know I can change my habits. That’s an important difference.
I know I can spend too much on stupid stuff I don’t even care about, so I’ve learned to keep more exacting personal budgets. I know I eat out of anxiety, so I create food logs and have greatly ramped up my exercise, which in turn diminishes anxiety. I meditate regularly. I forgive myself for not being perfect, and give myself permission to make long range plans — knowing not all of them will turn out as I like.
For a few years, I worried so much about getting things right that I was afraid to make mistakes. That fear, in turn, inspired worse mistakes than I would have made otherwise. I do think that part of this correlates to gender dynamics. A friend who reached the top ranks of not one but two professions pointed out to me that men in tough situations who failed often chalked it up to the dynamics of the system and moved on quickly; while women in the same position often blamed themselves and removed themselves from competition for new, equally powerful positions. Another friend who joined the top ranks of his institution found that women and people of color offered promotions never asked for more money, while others did.
Over the past few years, I’ve made significant changes in my habits… and certainly those are ongoing. When I started getting twinges in my knees, I made fitness a priority. Should it have taken pain to get me moving? Well… “should” is a tricky word. Realistically, we all respond to challenges better than to vague “shoulds.” The deadline-driven nature of midlife crises often leads to change. We sense our own mortality, as well as that of those we love, and we must make hard decisions.
So with that, if you’re entering a midlife crisis (or any crisis) know that this too shall pass. In the meantime, just live — breathe deeply and experience the world fully. It will take all of the good, bad and ugly of where you are now to help you craft the next phase of your life; and the next; and the next….
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P.S.: JHR is short for “Jurassic Hipster Report,” the title of a previous blog post from SXSW. I’m going to experiment with doing a series of posts under this rubric. Age ain’t nuthin’ but a number, but how you feel about aging (yours and others’) can be funny, terrifying, enlightening, or all at once.


Actress Jennifer Lawrence — making headlines and raking in big bucks for filmmakers as Katniss Everdeen, the kickass protagonist of the Hunger Games — has been photographed a zillion times. Most of the time she looks like a normal young woman, or a slightly dolled-up and beautiful young woman. All the interviews I’ve read with the actress make her sound smart and savvy but not jaded.But there’s also a raft of photos that turn her into a Vap — my name for the vapid, open-mouthed pose that some magazine photo editors seem to love. On Twitter, one person compared the Vap pose to a blow-up doll. (Her words were actually a little less printable than that.)






