I am having what I guess you'd call a midlife crisis, though I've been told that it's totally justified. I'm not going to whine all the details out here, but I will say that my kids are fine, work is great, and my love life is awesome, but I'm still feeling really sad and lost and even lonely, in a way.
My commute to work three days a week is this thing I embrace and dread. It takes forfuckingevah to go those 35 miles, but I get to listen to whatever I want if there aren't any conference calls planned, and I do drive on what has to be the most beautiful freeway in the world. I have my iPod full of This American Life and The Moth and The Sound of Young America, plus all my favorite music. Today I was especially teary, so I put on Nina Simone and sang along, Theatrical Style, not caring that 9 out of 10 drivers thought I was a total dork, because I saw one other driver smile at me in the rearview mirror of his Caddy and start snapping to what must have been Sammy Davis, Jr. based on the beat he was keeping. And I blasted Nirvana, and Elton John, and Sia, and sang along with all of them, loud and off key and with passion. It was fun. It's especially fun to be driving a minivan and have the dashboard buzzing because the music is cranked up way too high.