Mid-life... crisis? What crisis?
As I creep inexorably through my 40s, the signs of (finally) growing up become ever clearer. More and more of my friends start talking about what life is really about. There is a kind of deep-set dissatisfaction - a feeling of "there must be more than this". And as we wrestle uncomfortably with that reality, we start wondering if the problem is our job - are we in the right line? Our spouses - did we marry the right person? Our children - did we bring them up right? Our hobbies and possessions - should we take up something new? Perhaps a new or bigger house or car? There is, somehow, a hole in our lives that we yearn to fill with something of meaning, or if not, at least something fresh and interesting, until that fresh new thing becomes stale again. I recently heard from a guy who helps out with problem gamblers - like people struggling with a mid-life crisis, he explained that these problem gamblers constantly search for excitement, and that the more they ga