I’m having a mid-life crisis and it’s right on time. I’m 38. Old enough to know that things don’t always turn out the way you planned. Young enough to regroup and move on. I’m not trying to recapture my youth. I’m trying to figure out what the hell to do with my adulthood.
I’m not sure what’s kept me bogged down for the past five years. It would be simple enough to blame my divorce or the economic turmoil that left me first unemployed and then underemployed. The reasons don’t really matter. Because there’s no excuse for spending the last five years just treading water and that’s basically what I’ve done.
That ends now. It’s time to start swimming.