I recently had my forty second birthday. And I can say that I now understand the desire that pushes people to engage in dramatic moments of mid-life crises. People cheat on their spouses. They leave their families behind and move to the tropics. They buy new cars and cruise bars.
I don’t have the urge to leave my spouse. But I am experiencing a desperate urge to somehow lighten my load of responsibilities. I feel as though I have been carrying too many boxes. I have dropped the boxes. And now, having dropped them, I am failing to find the energy to pick the boxes back up and continue.
