To say it’s been awhile is an understatement.
My life, in short, has exploded into a 6 ring circus: sold a house, moved to a different state, gained weight, gained more weight, put out a few 5 alarm personal fires along the way...
And through it all, I've ended up at the crossroads of midlife...staring down the barrel of my 45th birthday. I am left to survey the carnage of my life. The promises to myself that I never kept. The hopes and dreams that were misplaced and watered down or spiked with too much alcohol.
Simply, I wish I had enjoyed life more.
I realize now, I’ve been scared for most of my life. I will get to a low point then push myself off the diving board and into the deep end. Sink or swim. I know I can swim.
Yet, why on most days, do I really want to sink.
