I’ve been thinking a lot about where life finds me at 41. I’m a Dad, husband, teacher, sysadmin, friend, lover, confidant…
Lots going on there, but a deep-seeded need to be relevant still trickles along. I *so* wanted my degree. I *so* wanted an active lifestyle, exciting and energetic.
Sometimes the mundanity of a “schedule” or a series of life-events can pale in your mind to what you so built life up to be in your head, that you can fall prey to the idea that everything is boring, then you move forward to try and make things happen rather than relaxing in the comfort and familiarity you’ve found.
Some people refer to it as a “drag”. Perhaps that’s just the time to rest.