Rage against beige
You know that poem about raging against the dying of the light?
In mid-life, I think we need to rage against beige. I can feel the conservatism creeping in. The sensible decisions and the early nights; the flossing and the broccoli.
Mid-life is full of dull. Superannuation, health insurance, servicing the car. The mailbox is full of envelopes with windows. We can either succumb and stare straight ahead on the treadmill or we can draw a big anarchy sign on our hearts.
So what does colourful look like? Open-minded, open-hearted and willing to take risks. It doesn’t mean you have to get around in Vivienne Westwood, dye your hair pink or ride a unicycle (but you can if you want). It means being open instead of closed, yes instead of no, positive instead of negative. It’s about remembering that you have options. It’s about taking action.
What can you do to un-beige your life? For me, I have started a new career as a magazine editor (yikes) and moved back to Sydney to have another go at keeping calm while trucks fly past.
What are you going to do?