Mid-Life Crisis
A ridiculously optimistic title unless I live to be, oh, 120 or so. Make that 121.5. Revise to read “Post-Mid-Life-Crisis.”
A number of events occurred this past year that shook the core of my belief systems leaving my once dearly held self-confidence in a most disagreeable muddle. What I once knew as truth is not. What’s more, it never was.
Uncle Howard, (my go-to guy for sage advice,) says realizing you don’t know nothin about nothin is good. That it frees the mind from self-imposed notions (read that as “rigid”) conceived over the years and opens a door to real clarity. Here’s hoping he’s right.
Apparently this is not an overnight process. I constantly second guess myself, regardless of how inconsequential in the greater scheme of things.
I miss the self-assured confidence of those good old know-it-all days. I’d have tossed off a one-liner then: enlightenment is over-rated. Which still strikes me as funny. Yup, not an overnight process.
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