N and I are arguing about midlife crisis. He’s convinced that a midlife crisis only has to do with being dissatisfied with your personal life. (Ergo, he and I can’t have midlife crises because our personal life is sensational).
I disagree because to me a midlife crisis can also be about being dissatisfied with your professional or social life. Or any large aspect of your life, really. Which is why I insist that I did experience a midlife crisis. It lasted for about two years and had everything to do with my professional life. It ended somewhere last November after one meeting I had.
“Then why do all books and movies portray having a midlife crisis as being unhappy in your personal life?” N asks. “Can you name one work of art where a person realizes they are unhappy because they need a new profession?”
“Yes!” I exclaim. “It’s Don Quixote!”