No kidding, My "mid-life crisis" started December 17th 1994 (when I was in the 7th grade) and it is STILL going strong. It had everything to do with mortality.
My grandfather (the man I absolutely adored, and spent most of my free time with growing up) worked day in and day out at a job he hated, for a boss that he loathed. He used to take a package of Tums with him in his lunch every day, he called them "his anti-Steeve pills". But what kept him going through all the BS was the idea that one day he'd be able to retire, buy an RV, and travel the entire country with my grandmother in the passenger seat. He made it two years (three cross-country trips, one of them with me and my brother in tow) before aggressive cancer hit and rendered him too sick to travel.
After that, I swore to myself that I'd never ever EVER waste any of my dear time on this planet being miserable for the promise of better years "later on".
I started mowing lawns and recycling cans, and had my first dirt bike less than a year later (1971 Hodaka Ace 100). The years after that brought with them summer work, faster bikes, and a few fun firearms. I cant think of any time in my adult life that I haven't owned either a sports car or a short wheelbase 4-wheel drive (and that makes me happy). All in all, and aside from a 3-year stint where I found myself in the same rut that caught my grandfather, I think I've done a pretty good job of keeping myself on my toes.
and now that I think of it, I've been in a bit of a "boring routine rut" lately (going to work, after school activities, cook dinner, have a drink, sleep, repeat) reading my own words kind of stirred things up inside. I might have to go show my kids how to do a handbrake turn or something tonight after work. Either way, the Hungary house needs to go do something awesome... It's time to stir some E36 M3 up. 
