It's not a crisis (anymore)

Recently, someone told me I was going through a mid-life crisis.  

You see, I just got a motorcycle. Of course.  

A sure sign of a crisis. They were spot on, just a little late.

Meet Sylvia 

It's not a crisis anymore.  

crisis:  (noun)\ˈkrī-ˌsēz\
1: an emotionally significant event or radical change of status in a person's life <a midlife crisis>
2: the decisive moment (as in a literary plot)
3:  an unstable or crucial time or state of affairs in which a decisive change is impending

Hmm.  Yep.  Sounds about right.  

That was then... when I wasn't sure what the f#$% I was doing, but I did it anyway.  When I screwed up and found out who was there to support me and call me out.  An unstable state of affairs.

Now?  Not a crisis.  Hard work.  A re-evaluation of what's important and how to do it.  Choosing to practice every day gratitude, humility, patience, joy.  Loving.

The motorcycle isn't the crisis.  It's just part of a reinvention.  

I don't have to stay the same, and my life story can't be defined by one chapter.