For me, maybe for alot of people, COVID provided the impulse that revealed my own midlife crisis. It was all that time away from work and with family that force

For me, maybe for alot of people, COVID provided the impulse that revealed my own midlife crisis. It was all that time away from work and with family that forced me to begin coming to terms with how shallow my identity outside of work had become. I can never go back to my pre-pandemic self, and that's probably for the best. Even though my current role is great in compensation and substance, I still feel this malaise lurking. Acceptance is important, necessary, but, for me, not sufficient. I'm not sure what my atelics are. I'm not in crisis by any means, nor at risk of buying a Tesla or having an affair, or whatever else, but the struggle is real. Midlife blahs