Well, shame is a motivator.
It's been four months since I've written anything here. So sorry.
A lot has been happening.
I seem to be in the middle of a mid-life crisis, which is not terrible, but seems to be visting earlier than it visits most. Since we only have our 3 score and 10 according to the Bible, and my birthday just past, I am apparently I am smack dab in the middle of it all now. I did the Camp Pendleton Mud Run, and I didn't do too bad, thank you very much. Something about finishing that race, which I had built up in my own mind as being such a major deal, seems to have set off other things in my head. I am sort of more "active" in general, and am now training for a 5k. It's half the length of the Mud Run, and does not involve swimming across a river, so I think it will be fine. Started the official training program for it last night, and my main complaint about it is what I have about running in general, i.e. it bores me. I think I will get over it eventually. I'm also considering (quite seriously) going out for a gay rugby team. I'm thinking they will be welcoming. From what I can see from Facebook, they really like talking about rugby. Justin, of course, played at Emory and wants me to ask them about "shooting the boot" or some such, which sounds more than a little filthy to me, so I am more than happy to do so.
And then there's marriage. Apparently I can do so now if I want to. Suddenly the urge for mating has become, well, urgent. A phantom uterus has begun to tick. Loudly. Desire for 3 bedroom home with two and half baths is becoming an obsession. This is also precipitating a scrutiny of my career path. Although I do not condone shortcuts in life, I am beginning to wonder if some adjustments in direction need to made (and soon) if I really want to be hanging out with some toddlers by the time I am in my early 40's. The idea being that they are my toddlers, not someone else's. Of course, all of this has nothing to do with getting married per se, but it seems to be connected in my mind.
Am I more conservative than I think?
A lot has been happening.
I seem to be in the middle of a mid-life crisis, which is not terrible, but seems to be visting earlier than it visits most. Since we only have our 3 score and 10 according to the Bible, and my birthday just past, I am apparently I am smack dab in the middle of it all now. I did the Camp Pendleton Mud Run, and I didn't do too bad, thank you very much. Something about finishing that race, which I had built up in my own mind as being such a major deal, seems to have set off other things in my head. I am sort of more "active" in general, and am now training for a 5k. It's half the length of the Mud Run, and does not involve swimming across a river, so I think it will be fine. Started the official training program for it last night, and my main complaint about it is what I have about running in general, i.e. it bores me. I think I will get over it eventually. I'm also considering (quite seriously) going out for a gay rugby team. I'm thinking they will be welcoming. From what I can see from Facebook, they really like talking about rugby. Justin, of course, played at Emory and wants me to ask them about "shooting the boot" or some such, which sounds more than a little filthy to me, so I am more than happy to do so.
And then there's marriage. Apparently I can do so now if I want to. Suddenly the urge for mating has become, well, urgent. A phantom uterus has begun to tick. Loudly. Desire for 3 bedroom home with two and half baths is becoming an obsession. This is also precipitating a scrutiny of my career path. Although I do not condone shortcuts in life, I am beginning to wonder if some adjustments in direction need to made (and soon) if I really want to be hanging out with some toddlers by the time I am in my early 40's. The idea being that they are my toddlers, not someone else's. Of course, all of this has nothing to do with getting married per se, but it seems to be connected in my mind.
Am I more conservative than I think?
posted by tony m. at 10:21 AM
1 Comments:
Tony...
I feel ya.
I just hit 35 last Tuesday. I am frightened for my offspring. I so pissed away my stars in my youth.
Hope it all works out for you.. us...
Amy
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