I was walking down the corridor to my office door, thinking about who I am, when the realization hit me.
I'm having a mid-life crisis.
Mind you that I suspect it's fair game, or at least gamely fair, to question one's direction at the age of 31. Or any age, really. So I'd like to argue that it wasn't really a mid-life crisis, per se, in so much
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