I’m just weeks from hitting the big 40, and like clockwork, I am feeling anxiety about my life knocking on my door. Questions about what I’ve accomplished, how much time I have left, and what is yet to be accomplished…
Unlike your stereotypical MLC (mid-life-crisis) victim, I feel no need to go out and buy a sports car. What haunts me is TIME…that one chance to go back to school, forestalled by parenting responsibilities that seem to only increase as one crisis follows another. Watching the years fly by so fast, as the window of opportunity grows smaller and smaller…
