Once again, I have arrived in that dreaded spot where I feel like I am simply treading water. Sure, I am going to new places and seeing new things (last weekend California, this weekend Harry Potter World)…but somehow, that just isn’t enough.
I feel somewhat stuck. Honestly, I know that I’m stuck in a great place — wonderful kids, a husband who not only loves me but puts up with me, a beautiful house, a job that not only pays well but is one I like, chances to travel to new places.
But I still feel stuck. I suppose this is what is called a “mid-life crisis”. I’ve been going down this path for so long, I can’t remember why I thought this was the path for me in the first place. I’m questioning why I chose to own a dining room table and so much other crap. I’m thankful to live the way I do, but I am struggling with it as well.
