And so it begins... Actually, it's been beginning for a while. I think it took until now to attempt to label it. I'm going to avoid the cliche of calling it a mid-life crisis. It's not quite so desperate and pathetic as that. I can't deny hovering around mid-life. At 43, I hope that there may yet be more days ahead than there are behind. On the other hand, there really is no crisis as such. Some cataclysmic event is not going to befall me or my loved ones if I don't take quick and decisive action. No, nothing quite like that at all. It's more like the frog (or is it a lobster?) on the stove thing. You know - if you throw it into a pot of boiling water, it will jump out. But, if you put it in cold water and heat it slowly, it doesn't realize what's happening until it's too late.
Well, with any luck, I may have haphazardly stumbled across the edge of enlightenment. I see the water of my life boiling away and it's like a slow awakening to the reality and brevity of this life. Among other things, I don't look forward to being old in this country - or anywhere, for that matter. Doubtless, the nearly twenty billion souls who have preceded me in this journey of life were of similar opinion. It's a cruel, cosmic joke - aging. You may live to be a hundred with the sharp mind of a thirty year old, but your body is failing and wearing out and will eventually...stop.
I'm in the process of deciding on my next career. When I think of remaining in my current industry for another twenty four years, I want to open a vein. You'd think that would be an easy question. "Gee, what do you like to do?" Problem is, I like to do a lot of things. It's figuring out how to make money at something I enjoy in a unique way in a niche that needs to be filled that's the challenge. Again, not a completely unique thought here.
So this is how my blog starts. I'm not even sure if I have a definite direction at the moment. It's more like a dumping ground for the relevant and absurd in my little world.
I'll end this with a quote by William Blake that I find strangely comforting, "When the doors of perception are cleansed, man will see things as they truly are, infinite."
Well, with any luck, I may have haphazardly stumbled across the edge of enlightenment. I see the water of my life boiling away and it's like a slow awakening to the reality and brevity of this life. Among other things, I don't look forward to being old in this country - or anywhere, for that matter. Doubtless, the nearly twenty billion souls who have preceded me in this journey of life were of similar opinion. It's a cruel, cosmic joke - aging. You may live to be a hundred with the sharp mind of a thirty year old, but your body is failing and wearing out and will eventually...stop.
I'm in the process of deciding on my next career. When I think of remaining in my current industry for another twenty four years, I want to open a vein. You'd think that would be an easy question. "Gee, what do you like to do?" Problem is, I like to do a lot of things. It's figuring out how to make money at something I enjoy in a unique way in a niche that needs to be filled that's the challenge. Again, not a completely unique thought here.
So this is how my blog starts. I'm not even sure if I have a definite direction at the moment. It's more like a dumping ground for the relevant and absurd in my little world.
I'll end this with a quote by William Blake that I find strangely comforting, "When the doors of perception are cleansed, man will see things as they truly are, infinite."
