I wonder if it is acceptable to have more than one mid-life crises. I had one a few years ago and at the time decided it was time for me to return to my studies at university. As such I completed a full year of study - over 2 years and then family and health, meant that I put it all aside. It is still something I am contemplating returning to, to fill my days with learning and the power of inspiration.
But . . . after 6 months of focussing on my health and getting better . . . I am now on the verge of another mid-life crises.
I don't know what I want to do. There are many things I have to do. I still have a lovely home to look after, a garden that needs heaps of TLC, 2 adults and 1 teenage child that still need my love and attention and a husband who needs my support and let's not forget my parents - independent as you are.
But. . . all of these things are not really for me . . . they are duty things.
I have my writing, my novel and other writings, but . . . what is the purpose of that. My first book was good and the second I know is just as good, if not better. But, what does it all mean?
So where am I heading? I don't know? Just meandering and wandering at the moment, maybe the path will flow out ahead of me, with a big signpost - saying 'Take Me!'
I hope so.