I have a tendency to freak out sometimes. Over little things. Over big things. Over everything. Over nothing.
I’m going to be a mess when my four kids, ages 3 to 11, begin driving and dating when they’re in their 30s.
The combination of a particular mid-life crisis I’m experiencing and my struggles with anxiety and depression have made my life tougher than I’d prefer over the past month.
Simply put, I’d just let my health, my marriage, my spirituality, my family, my finances and upkeep on my house flounder for far too long. Though I focused on being good at my job (Utah Jazz sports writer for the Deseret News) and trying to be interesting on social media (Twitter might as well be a four-letter word in my house), I foolishly put the rest of my life on cruise control.
To paint a picture of my situation, just know that in this metaphor my cruise control lever is broken and we were on a big hill. Yeah, watch out below.
