Coming up on 38 in a few days. Lately I have been feeling restless and anxious to move on to a new phase of life. Ready for a new job. Ready for our daughter to be a little more grown up. Ready to move out of the very nice house that we have shared for 12 years. I have been doing a lot of real estate fantasizing, occasionally dragging Irena out to an open house. She has no interest in moving though, and I don't have enough enthusiasm or cunning to push her into it. We also have a vague interest in buying an income property, but like everything else, a vague interest is insufficient to make anything happen.
The other day we looked at a house that would be a good fit for us. But it had no parking. It's always something.
Summer is coming to an end. Last winter we did some curling, which was rather enjoyable. But now that it's time to sign back up I find I am hesitant. Another vague interest. I am starting to realize that nothing will magically reach out and become fascinating. You have to just decide that you are interested in something, which really amounts to making a choice to be enthusiastic about some random thing or another.
I also took a stab at taking up jogging. Haven't been out lately though. I thought about taking a filmmaking workshop, or a drawing class, or a french class or getting some tickets to the film festival. Then I thought, meh.
I do feel like a change will come. This will be the last few weeks I ever spend on the dance show. Starting a new gig soon.
Need to restoke the fire in the belly. Better get my shit together. Here comes 40.