What I didn't even really consider is why I felt compelled to do this. Was it really just a pile of unfinished books and a cross-stitch Christmas stocking that's been eight years in the making? Or was there something more?
Then I realized it. I'm going through my midlife crisis.
I didn't recognize it, because it didn't look anything like what I thought a midlife crisis should look like.
I didn't buy a little red Corvette. (Though I'll take one if anyone's offering).
I didn't have an affair. (I'm sure Herb is glad to hear that one.)
I didn't have a nervous breakdown. (I have a little, tiny one every day, so no need to go overboard.)
My kids weren't all grown and out of the house. (That's about 12 more years away.)
But apparently the phenomenon isn't all that unusual. After all, Time magazine did a cover article about it in 2005. (Click here to read it.)
