half way

In the thick of it,

Half way through

At the center, up come the many whats in all the what to do

It seems that no matter whom I speak to, my peers and I are all in some form of quandary, not just for ourselves but for all whom we care for and are there for. 
No one is falling down, but there are many times when we seem to feel like just lying down.  
Life is apparently hardest once you reach the half way mark.  
Boo hoo for  our collective  "midlife cry-sis".

It's practically epidemic, the woes, worries, loads and lessons.
Like crossing a tightrope, once at the center, you're most vulnerable.
And hey, shouldn't we be more practiced by now with all the tightroping, now that we've reached the mid mark of this journey cross our lives?   
Perhaps it makes sense that we're typically less burdened at the start and at our end?
Maybe we're better at this life/work/stuff then we realize...
They say that we are never given more then we can handle and if thats so, then I'm likely to become one hell of a juggler.
Life sounds more and more like a circus.  
I'd like a bear on a motorcycle in that case.

And there are parts of this grown-up bracket/racket that I do like.   Its not all stress and strife.   I can see the greatness in all of it, even when I pretend that I can't.  Sometimes it's sweeter for the trouble it takes to get past the hard candy shell and to the softer center.  Kinda like an Oreo, crusty and dark on the exterior, but not at all terrible or bad really and then the good goo in between, well it's just the best part.  Midlife is not all milk and Oreo dunking though, in fact it rarely is, which is quite possibly also good, considering my physical middle and how I have to work on that area more then ever just to maintain.

I wouldn't trade away a day of my one and only life, not even trying middle days.  I am, however, awfully comforted to find that I'm not alone.  
Luckily I'm stuck in the midlife with you...