I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately.
A lot of thinking.
It may be some sort of mid life thing. It may be that I’m just starting to see things differently now that I’m in the second half of my life. Maybe it’s because at forty-seven years old, my priorities are shifting. It could be because my kids are getting older or because physically I feel different now that I’m… middle-aged.
Perhaps it’s some sort of existential crisis.
Or it could be that I’m finally able to really take a good hard look at myself.
Whatever the reason, I am at a crossroads.
Maybe it’s not a crossroads.
Maybe it’s a fork in the road.
Either way, I think it’s time.
Time to take a different road. Time to change the direction of my path.
Acknowledging this is scary.
It’s scary because I am not sure I can succeed. It will be one of the harder tasks I’ve taken on in my life.
It’s scary because it’s foreign territory for me. Uncharted waters.
It’s scary because I’m not sure my friends will understand.
It’s scary for lots of reasons.
But it’s most scary because making this decision means it’s the end of one life, and the beginning of another one.
How I have arrived at this point will take a little bit of explaining. It will certainly take more than one blog post.
In fact it will take several.
So tomorrow I’ll go back and start from the beginning.
But tonight, so as not to be a total asshole and keep you indefinitely in complete suspense, I’ll fast forward to the end of the story:
I think it’s time for me to stop drinking.