I was talking to my beautiful bride this morning about the rut I seem to be stuck in. We talked about my need to be happier, and she said to me the following: "I was looking at you this morning, and you look old." She explained that my moustache didn't help me appear any younger.
So I shaved it off.
And, as I gazed in the bathroom mirror, I made a discovery. It isn't the moustache that makes me look old. It's the hair growing out of my ears, nose and eyebrows that age my appearance.
My problem isn't my moustache - or my unruly eyebrows. My problem is - frankly - me. So, with the help of God above, I intend to find my happy place - fulfillment in life, use of the gifts God gave me, a change of mind, a change of heart, a change of pace. Like Sheryl Crow sings, a change will do me good.
I begin by shaving off the 'stach. Next step: retro bell-bottoms to attempt to recapture my long-past youth. (Okay... I'm kidding about the clothes. My wife would never let me become one who pathetically pines for the good old days. They weren't all that good anyway.)
Actually, I believe the next step is to lighten up and enjoy the moment. Have fun. Stop trying to control the uncontrolable (after all, how much of our lives is truly in our hands?) and laugh a little. Laugh a lot.
Maybe I'll bungee-jump my way out of my mid-life crisis. Or sky-dive. Nawwww... both could end up with me as a great big greasy splat. Maybe I'll just start living the life I was intended to live.
As soon as I figure it all out, I'll let you know.
Don't hold your breath on me figuring it all out, though.
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