I've made it through another year on Planet Earth. Well, good for me. Unfortunately, I must inform you that the mid-life crisis that I hear I should be having must be rescheduled.
I know I can't deny my age, but I don't have to be bound by it. I know 36 isn't a spring chicken, but it's not fried either. I'm not even sure if mid-30's qualify as "middle age" anymore.
Yes, I feel time creeping up on me. I don't recover from illness as quickly as I used to I can't run at 110% all the time without crashing. Injuries creep up on me every now and then. And yet, my life is more full and active now than it's ever been. My energy levels might not be what they used to be, but my activity level is at it's highest ever, at least in my adulthood years. I'd say the substance of my life has increased and abounded beyond my expectations.
No, I'm not old. I'm not middle aged. I'm alive. I've been greatly blessed, and I intend to enjoy those blessings and make the most of them in this life that the Lord has gifted me with. Age is nothing more than a mile marker on the journey of life, and I see a lot of potential on the horizon. I intend to make that potential my reality.
As such, I've determined that I don't have the time, patience, or desire for a crisis right now. The journey continues and I have a lot of living to do. And so, I must be gone because, well, I have stuff to do.