It was my 36th Birthday recently and I finally got round to booking a tattoo that i’ve been planning for ages. It’s not a midlife crisis.
A midlife crisis would mean that I’m questioning my life choices. Like my life isn’t panning out the way i’d imagined….
Just because my days mostly involve juggling angsty pre-teen meltdowns from my eldest, sass from my middlest, and what I can only describe as rage blackouts, from my youngest. I am most certainly not riding the wave of a mid-life crisis.
You’d be wrong in assuming that even my cats, (who have mastered their hunting technique so exceptionally that I now receive frequent ‘presents’ from them) would leave me questioning my life choices. Nope, not that massacred pigeon that remained in view of my bathroom for 24 hours whilst it got devoured piece by piece and resulted in one of them projectile vomiting all throughout my house. Neither that cute little field mouse that was bought in, one leg missing, bleeding all over my floor and covered in giant ticks. (This particular beauty survived for two whole days before thankfully leaping out of its box and running the fuck away when my son checked on it after school).
No, my tattoo doesn’t signify some underlying reaction to my current lifestyle. How could I possibly be questioning my life choices? I’m just a 36 year old mother of 3 raising my slightly weary head out of a covid shit storm, and living my life alongside my brilliant but slightly bonkers family.
In all seriousness though, I absolutely love my tattoo, and its something that I’ve gotten just for myself. It would be a lie to say that I wasn’t aware of the connotations that can (and likely will) be drawn from me getting it. It may be seen as a mid-life crisis to some, but do you know what? It felt bloody fantastic!
To be brave enough to get something done that i’d wanted to have done for ages. It feels pretty liberating to just think ‘fuck it you only live once’ and go for it. If anything the older i’m getting, the more I notice my confidence grow. I’ve gained an acceptance for myself that I definitely didn’t have in my teens or my twenties. So if that’s the result of a mid-life crisis, then I’m totally ok with that!!