{"id":379698,"date":"2011-10-03T15:39:00","date_gmt":"2011-10-03T15:39:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/staging.annahelizabeth.com\/index.php\/2011\/10\/03\/life-in-a-nutshell-part-1\/"},"modified":"2011-10-03T15:39:00","modified_gmt":"2011-10-03T15:39:00","slug":"life-in-a-nutshell-part-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/staging.annahelizabeth.com\/index.php\/2011\/10\/03\/life-in-a-nutshell-part-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Life in a Nutshell, Part 1"},"content":{"rendered":"
<\/w:sdtpr><\/w:sdt><\/span> <\/p>\n
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<\/w:wrap><\/v:imagedata><\/span><\/v:shape>I\u2019m going to live to ninety-six-years of age. Well, just shy of it, anyway.<\/span><\/div>\n

How do I know this? You ask.<\/span><\/p>\n

Because I\u2019m turning forty-eight this December.<\/span><\/div>\n

And I think I\u2019ve been experiencing the epic, Mid-Life Crisis<\/i>.<\/span><\/p>\n

No, after scanning through <\/span>this article<\/span><\/a> found upon a quick, online search, I know<\/i> I\u2019m symptomatic: Unhappiness. Boredom. Need for change.<\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Questioning past choices.<\/i><\/span><\/span>
Anger at my spouse.<\/i><\/span><\/span>
Inability to make decisions about future.<\/i><\/span><\/span>
Resentment toward spouse.<\/i><\/span><\/span>
Desire for a new, passionate & intimate relationship.<\/i><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

O! M! G!<\/span><\/p>\n

Every. Single. One. Of. Mid. Life. Crisis\u2019. Symptoms.<\/span><\/div>\n

Every.<\/span><\/p>\n

Single.<\/span><\/p>\n

One.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019d like to blame this most recent funk on the hormonal surge that has my face breaking out like a wet teenager\u2019s. <\/span><\/div>\n

I\u2019d like to blame this ongoing feeling of the blues on anything and everything: My kids. My husband. My workload. My friends. Technological glitches. <\/span><\/p>\n

But the truth is this: I<\/em> am unhappy.<\/span><\/p>\n

If I felt better, internally, then the rest of that which irritates me would be little more than a blip on my daily page.<\/span><\/p>\n

I began this post on September 17, more than two weeks ago. On that day, I had a motivational moment that forced me to take the dog for a walk.<\/span><\/p>\n

My mind and body desperately needed the exercise, the fresh air, the soothing sounds of nature.<\/span><\/div>\n

I noted the wind rustling the leaves and the water gurgling as it, too, moved forward on its path.<\/span><\/p>\n

The sharp CAW!<\/i> of a crow pierced through my reverie, and then I noticed the quieter chirps of various other species.<\/span><\/div>\n

And then I spotted them, this large handful of acorns.<\/span><\/p>\n

My husband has been commenting all summer about how the acorns are scarce this year, and how the wildlife is coming in closer to our home to find food.<\/span><\/p>\n

As I collected the nuts, one by one, I couldn\u2019t help but notice how these seeds seem to mirror our mortal lives, which vary from pristine, to fractured by stress, to losing our tops, to being split wide open by blunt force trauma\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

to be continued\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

Soon\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I\u2019m going to live to ninety-six-years of age. Well, just shy of it, anyway. How do I know this? You ask. Because I\u2019m turning forty-eight this December. And I think I\u2019ve been experiencing the epic, Mid-Life Crisis. No, after scanning through this article found upon a quick, online search, I know I\u2019m symptomatic: Unhappiness. Boredom. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4375,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[164,113,165,166,167],"class_list":["post-379698","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-acorns","tag-family","tag-introspection","tag-mid-life-crisis","tag-womens-issues"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/staging.annahelizabeth.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/10\/IMGP5700.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/staging.annahelizabeth.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/379698","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/staging.annahelizabeth.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/staging.annahelizabeth.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/staging.annahelizabeth.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/staging.annahelizabeth.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=379698"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/staging.annahelizabeth.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/379698\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/staging.annahelizabeth.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4375"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/staging.annahelizabeth.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=379698"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/staging.annahelizabeth.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=379698"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/staging.annahelizabeth.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=379698"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}