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My friend Rebecca and I went to visit Mary, who loves cats as much as I do. This is Mary with Darcy. I fell in love with Darcy and almost kidnapped him. But Mary was onto me and kept an eye on Darcy, so no go with the kidnapping.
I am at a crossroads in my life. This feeling has been building. Last month when I put together the list of what I would do with the next ten years of my life, it felt empty. Nothing on it was what I really needed to do. I have to change my life, I’ve decided.
This might be the real midlife crisis (I thought I went through one at 40). I’ve been talking to all my friends. I think most of them get it. I’ve done most of the things I wanted to do with my life. And I’ve maneuvered my life so that most of what I do is exactly what I want to do. That should feel great, and it doesn’t feel bad, but it does feel kinda pointless.
Rebecca, a successful architect, just quit her job and went back to school to become a neo-natal nurse.
So, I think I have to change my life, too. Except for the writing part. That part feels JUST fine, thank you, and I will do that as long as I possibly can.
I think there’s something going around. Maybe you don’t have to change your life.
I’m 56. My best friend is “changing his life” and so far, all I see is a division of assets and estrangement.
I don’t think we boomers are going to age well.