I think I’m having a mid-life crisis. One day I just realized that my life had become mostly about burden, responsibility and obligation. I longed for something more satisfying and fulfilling, but buying a shiny red sports car simply wasn’t enough. I decided that I needed a new relationship. So now, every morning, being careful not to wake my wife or children, I sneak off alone to a secret rendezvous. I’ve fallen in love again. It’s someone I’ve know for quite a long time. But lately our relationship has grown into something else—something much deeper and more meaningful than any other relationship I’ve ever had. No, I’m not having an affair. I’m sneaking off every morning to “meet my maker”. And together we’re discovering a new level of intimacy as we begin each day in a rich romp of word, thought and quiet contemplation.
