Heads or tails

My brother, Darrell, suggested that I might be headed for a mid-life crisis. I don't see things that way. To me, a mid-life crisis is when a person not only gets anxious about getting older (to which I will admit I am), but also longs for something more. Whether that "more" is a younger mate, a faster, newer car, a bigger house, a different job, the ability or permission to act different, something other than what the person experiences daily.

I'll admit, I am wondering how 40 came so quickly. I don't feel that old, something my brother was suggesting, I guess. He's six years older than me, and while he's already had a heart attack, is overweight, and does not eat right, I think he's happy with his life. I am sure there are aspects he'd like to improve upon, but I see him taking steps to do that. He quit smoking, he exercises, he's started taking classes at the Community College in town. If those things constituted a mod-life crisis, then I guess we're both guilty.

But I don't buy that. I don't need to flip the coin to see if something else other than heads or tails will appear. This is simply an exploration of life. Maybe there will be an answer, maybe not. I'm not too concerned with the conclusion. I'm more interested in the process, and I'm happy with the color of my grass.