~Oscar Wilde

The few of you who have been hanging around for a while are probably wondering where in the hell everything on my blog went.

The truth is that I woke up one afternoon, took a good look in the mirror, and had to ask myself who [...]]]>

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”

~Oscar Wilde

The few of you who have been hanging around for a while are probably wondering where in the hell everything on my blog went.

The truth is that I woke up one afternoon, took a good look in the mirror, and had to ask myself who I was.

And, no, it wasn’t dark and I wasn’t playing that stupid “Bloody Mary” game where you stand in front of your mirror and say “Bloody Mary” three times.

This is only because I’ve always been a bit creeped out about mirrors in dark bathrooms.

Being a ’fraidy-cat aside, I have to admit that working nights and crazy hours for the past two-and-a-half months has screwed everything up – I can’t seem to keep track of my days; I’ve felt like I lost my mind on a number of occasions; and threw myself whole-heartedly into a couple of freak outs.

Honestly, I’m surprised any of the people I care about still talk to me – that’s how bad it got.

It would be way too easy to blame this all on the past two-and-a-half months, though.  The scary thing is that this is about 7 years in the making. And the colossal waste of time feels like a gut punch.

In less than two months I will turn 41 years old. Maybe it’s just some midlife crisis – if I was a balding, paunchy middle-aged male I’d be buying a sports car that I can’t afford – but me… I’m just ready to grab life by the balls and twist.

(And, yes, the few male readers I have are cringing at the moment.  Sorry about that. Just take a deep breath.  You’ll be fine.)

In preparation for the forthcoming changes I’ve been scaling a Mount Everest of books and came across the most fantastic quote that significantly changed my perception:

“The opposite of love is indifference, and the opposite of happiness is—here’s the clincher—boredom.”

Tim Ferriss – The 4-Hour Workweek

The first part about love and indifference I already knew since my brother reminded me each time I made a snarky comment about his ex-wife, which translated to a nearly constant reminder for far too long.  But who knew the opposite of happiness was boredom?

Not me—and I’ve been bored for what seems like my entire adult life.

That’s not to say I haven’t had my moments of happiness nor people who have been part of those moments, but for the most part I feel like I’ve had my soul sucked out by a blood-drunk vampire who thinks he can get his buzz on by using a straw.

So, I decided it was a perfect time to start over without actually having to wear diapers again.  Hence, the tabula rasa state of my blog.

The Change Game is on and I have a lot of time to make up for.

Care to join me?