I am not quite sure what to make of this. Is it time for a mid-life crisis? The worldwide life expectancy for men is 68.5 years. Rounding that up to 70, over-the-hill now equates to 35.
So what does three-and-a-half decades on this earth mean?
I have a fascinating career in the media, a great family and amazing friends. From attending the 2012 Political Conventions to interviewing the Dalai Lama, I have been able to do things that most people only dream about. I am close to my parents and siblings, and have a small, meaningful group of friends.
But am I missing something?
I look at others my age that have started families, make more money or have more things. It seems shallow, but there are times in which I may covet thy neighbor's wife (or other things). However, those are just fleeting moments of weakness in the constant questioning and evaluation of one's life.
For better or for worse, I have defined myself by my career. First and foremost, I consider myself a reporter and storyteller. That is who I am, that is what I am. But is it leaving something out? Has my unwavering dedication to the Fourth Estate come at a cost to something else in my life? I am not a homeowner, nor am I a husband. The former is primarily because of the mobile nature of my career, and the latter is likely due to - among other things - the odd hours I tend to keep.
So at 35, is it time to make a change? Should I change my career and abandon what I have done since I was 16? If so, what would be the purpose other than more money? Should I move across the country and away from my family and the wonderful state in which I grew up? Or should I do something a little more clichéd for a mid-life crisis such as buying a sports car or dating a much younger woman?
As I think about these things, I can't help but think that every one of those ideas would be completely out of character for me. If I were to choose a word to describe myself, it would be consistent.
I rarely change what I do. I am a creature of habit. I am what I am, I do what I do, and I like what I like.
A microcosm of this would a conversation I had with my best friend Derek a couple of years ago. We were talking about my unusual taste in music and he pointed out that I was the only person he knew that has never really changed or evolved their musical preferences. He added that I seemed to be immune to the influences of others. Although this was in the context of artistic appreciation, it is a sample of a much larger personality trait.
I am who I am. I am unlikely to change. And that means I am unlikely to ever suffer a mid-life crisis, despite the fact that I am now 35.