...converged upon me all at once to push me into my first official Mid-Life Crisis. Will I be able to survive it? Well, it depends upon your definition of survive. I’m pretty certain that my life will look vastly different by the time I come out on the other side.
Of course, it had to come during the busiest, most demanding time of my entire life, when I hardly have time to breathe. I can’t seem to find time for everything I’m supposed to be doing now, and yet I’m considering adding another huge, huge, time-demanding component to my life.
Nope, no simple, stereotypical Mid-Life Crisis for me. We’re not talking about a new shiny red sports car or a tattoo… No, nothing’s ever that simple for me. It’s got to be flashier than that – worthy of a soap opera. Maybe I’ll run for public office, or maybe I’ll be get pregnant by a millionaire in Texas that I’ve never met. Tune in next time…
