Like a lot of my fellow boomers, I’ve been trying to find time to schedule my mid-life crisis. But frankly, there just hasn’t been time. Between fighting with all my inanimate technology objects, trying to rid the house of leftover Christmas truffles by eating them, and attempting to figure out what comes next in my novel, I just haven’t seen when I could pencil it in.

You can’t blame me for feeling I deserve a full-blown crisis. I’m a boomer, after all. Ours was the generation that had the worst attitudes about aging of any generation in the history of the world. We were almost positive we could avoid it if we worked at it hard enough, if we refused to stop running.

The secret nobody ever told us was that, despite our best efforts, we were all going to slowly start looking like Buddy Hackett–yet we were going to feel exactly the same as we felt in our twenties.

And then today, even as I was to reconcile that not-yet-old-but-no-longer-young feeling I get whenever I am forced to look at my reflection in a mirror,  I found a blog called The Boomer Chronicles, and saw the real answer for what I’m going through. Rhea says that what we boomers see when we look in the mirror is youthiness.

Is that great or what? Like Comedy Central’s Stephen Colbert’s concept of truthiness, this works. It’s a nice blurry word for us. Sums us up perfectly.

Rhea says it sums up our ”utter, unrelenting ability to feel and act youthful despite all indications to the contrary.”

Now if I could just zip up my jeans after dinner…