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January 13, 2010
I can feel the frown setting into my face, the lines of disappointment and discontent becoming permanent.† I donít want this.† Perhaps this is what my mid-life crisis looks like.† Gone is the bright young idealist, in her place is this serious stranger who moves through the days, dreaming of somewhere, somewhen else but without the vision to get there. This isnít a passing fancy on a day spent in the city, this feeling has been building for a while Ė who am I anymore?† There is no family or career that claims me Ė who am I?