[livi]

Many of us are in or around our forties. Preoccupied with kids, careers, spouses and a variety of other activities. Days go by. Weeks, months, years. Struggling to make it all work in a reasonable harmony. All these activities and responsibilities occupying the mind during the days.

Do you sometimes stop in your tracks to contemplate on your own personal life expectancies, hopes and dreams? Who am I? Where am I and even why am I?

Did life turn out the way you hoped for or is there a nagging feeling that you are missing out on something? That all the responsibilities have dragged you in direction that isnīt really you? Do you sometimes feel your life, at its core, is rather empty.

Not sure what I am looking for with this post. Perhaps recognition. Or maybe I am just sounding like 2 1/2 men in the episode where they are looking to buy a shirt that pretty much says " I am pushing forty and I canīt handle it".

Thanks for letting me whine a bit.