This Blog Is Part Midlife Crisis, Part Exploration, and Part ???
Embarking on a midlife journey at 43, this blog delves into self-discovery, future dreams, and fascinating detours along the way.
At the ripe old age of 43, I began having a midlife crisis.
I swear, I thought this stuff was the kind of made-up bullshit reserved as the punchline to a sitcom – a plot device to buy fancy cars, leave your spouse and family, and 'get your groove back'. It turns out, after talking with others and reading a bunch of things from those who have lived it before me, that midlife crises are real, and I'm indeed in the thick of it.
And I'm in good company.
Siddhartha Gautama (Buddha) was allegedly 35 when he attained enlightenment under the Bodhi Tree. Mohammed also received his revelations later in life – at 40. Likewise, many great writers didn't even really start until later in life. Toni Morrison published "The Bluest Eye" at 39, and one of my most favorite authors ever, George Eliot didn't publish her first book "Adam Bede" until she was 40. Not that I'm comparing myself to any of these folks. They were great – I'm just a hack on the internet.
In Late 2022, Things Started to Unravel.
Right…
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