At 35 ½ I found myself in a midlife crisis

6 months later I’ve started to see how nice this is

I refuse to be another victim

A brainless gerbil on a spinning wheel

A pawn in a broken system

So I check in often to see how I feel

That feeling of another day, another week gone by

The feeling of sweat or cold air on my face

Maybe life’s purpose isn’t a chase

For a time, for a paycheck, for a mate

Put me outdoors and I’ll feel great

When I’m on my bike everything’s alright

I can cycle by the trees and think about my favorite movies

The ones I have time to watch

My dog is my baby

Camping is putting my feet up in the front yard

My favorite getaway is a walk with my husband around the neighborhood

At 36, things are really, really good

When I’m done striving

There’s a lot of neverminding

Time to be

So I’ll be at the beach

Or on a bike

Somewhere, looking at the sky

Thinking about time going by

I’m still in the system

Each person in passing is my neighbor

I remember some ancient wisdom

And I remember my Creator