In a few days time, I'll be 43, it'll be Christmas, we'll have a brace of new puppies, I'll have, possibly, handed in my notice at work, or phoned in a bomb threat......and I think I'm on the verge of a mid-life crisis! Is 43 midlife? Or is it the new 13?
So what am I doing here? What's this all about? A friend today told me that they'd had enough of being an adult, being grown up is not all they sold it as when we were kids (and the kicker is, there's no return policy). Or to paraphrase my 13 year old daughter, it slowly dismantles your soul day by day.
So that's it, to discover myself, or re-discover, or reaffirm, or evaluate, or 'performance management review', or 'boldly go', but essentially, this 43 year old kid has been playing a huge hide and seek game in which I've never truly felt I've pinned the tail on the donkey, or kissed the girl, or smashed the pinata! How's all that for mixed metaphors? Which is how I feel, a mixed metaphor!
You may feel that I'm being incredibly indulgent, but hey, you don't have to read, but if you do, I hope you enjoy, share and can find a thread of honesty in the incoherent and subconscious ramblings of a 'Nobody'.
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