Mid-Life Crisis
I've arrived at the conclusion that I might (probably) be going through a mid-life crisis. It's definitely a swirl of fucks. I've always been one to grab life by the balls and subsequently compare them to my own. Events in my life have come in waves. Not the gentle rolling ones heard on sound machines intended to lull you to sleep. No, my waves are the kind that pull you into its depths and drown you. At least I can say it has never been boring. In fact, as soon as it appears to calm down, I immediately seek out new sources of chaos (ain't hard to find). Maybe that shit finds me all on its own. I have a love-hate relationship with anxiety, though. Without the intense feeling of frayed nerves, I almost feel decadent; like I'm not doing enough. On the upside, my children have spectacular personalities. They are witty as shit. With a mom like me, they have learned to laugh at most situations and keep trucking. My daughter is a glorious ball of cynicism. She's an in