We are not in midlife yet—we’re in our mid-30s, mostly, some even younger—but we are, in a sense, in crisis: we are opening our eyes and asking, “How did I get here, and is this where I wanted to be?” When the answer is no, it’s often because we have been trained to compromise. There is always someone whose needs we’re supposed to put before our own: parents, children, partners, bosses, friends. We have the privilege to care about feeling fulfilled, but we don’t always have the freedom to try—and by the time we’re old enough to realize what we might want and believe that we deserve it, it feels too late.
A Midlife Crisis, By Any Other Name | Hazlitt Magazine (via janefriedman)









