One day a few years back, I was suggesting to my partner that I could do more of what I love if I worked less. I was convinced that if I just had more hours in the day, I would spend it all writing and creating and loving life. It was something that sounded perfectly… Continue reading What would be different? (Change is incremental)
It has been a fascinating last 48 hours. Yesterday, I turned 38. Thirty-eight. Three decades plus eight years. Nearly forty. Four zero. Forty. Now, normally I wouldn’t say this is a big deal -- in the past, whenever people asked me, “It’s your birthday! How do you feel?” I would always say, “One day older,”… Continue reading Aren’t I Too Young to Have a Mid-life Crisis?