Crossroads (Part II)

The job situation is just a symptom, though. I've realized for quite some time that I'm between two worlds: twenties and thirties.

I'm too old for the former. I feel it physically and mentally. And yet, while I'm in the latter age category, I still feel like I'm flubbing about the current of my life like, well, a twenty-year old. (I definitely don't feel like a teen. Despite my spouse's protestations and my friends' smirks, I don't always think about sex every other minute anymore. Honest.)

Huh. Funny. As I write this post, I feel much of my confusion draining away, leaving me feeling oddly...empty. But in a nice way, like a good fart.

Excuse me while I go to the restroom.