There is a new recession in my life. As certain as death and taxes, I have been positive that my lion’s mane worth of hair on top of my head would remain thick till my last days. Alas, I see scalp in the morning.
The previous couple of weeks have been wonderful. A delight in every way possible. Yet over the past several months I’ve noticed my soul has been rumbling. Weird feelings have been shifting within me. For instance, I work at a university. As a good Christian man, I try to keep my eyes to myself and not scam on the young women. But these days I sometimes catch myself doing a double take to grab a second peek ... at one of the college girl’s mothers! Shamed, I remind myself of my own wonderful family, which now includes a junior higher! There is no stopping. The guy named Dave, who was once called (rather awkwardly I might add) the “Italian Stallion” by his mother-in-law, is now in a slow trot to middle age with a loose grip on the reins.
I don’t have much more to say about the subject. This is just a small confession. A public bending of my knee to the inevitability of life. A reminder to myself that recessions eventually pass but often change the rest of one’s life. Not necessarily for the worst. Often for the better. By God's grace I'm anticipating better.