Mid-life crisis: Two years later

Let’s review.
Two years ago I was crawling out of my skin. I had no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up. I was waiting for a lightning bolt to hit me on my third eye and give me the clarity I so surely deserved. It didn’t come.

Anger is a wonderful motivator. I decided if the lightning bolt was too chicken shit to hit me I would go looking for it on my own. I thought perhaps I might find it in graduate school.

I know……..

I’m not sure what my train of thought was at the time. I suppose this is where it would be big of me to admit self-analysis burn out and that I bolted into something that made sense on an “academic” and “cognitive” level. Working through what I was feeling, why, and what I could possibly do about it left me exhausted. I was now going to “think” my way of out of the mid-life crisis.

I will leave you with this thought: I have an absolutely wicked grin on my face right now.