The Back Forty

I've often heard that life begins at forty.  It's been a few years since that time for me.  I was looking through the last twelve years of posts, and I realized that aging is one of those topics that seems to be of concern to me.  Several years ago, I started to realize that it was getting harder to keep up with the rigors of life.  I've had some false starts at a mid-life crisis in quite a few of my posts.  Maybe they were all real, and maybe they were just a prologue.

I think that the mid-life crisis hit for real last summer.  That's when I returned to some of my volunteer work, and really decided that it was time to work with foster kids.  A mid-life crisis comes at a point when one realizes that there are fewer years ahead than there are behind.  I think I've come to that realization a while ago, when I lost my career a few years back.

I've got my career back a while ago, and I also seem to be working through what I would characterize as my retirement job.  I guess a mid-life crisis can sometimes not be a bad thing.  It did make me realize what was really important and helped me focus on what I needed to accomplish.  Here's to the next forty!

See ya.