I’ve been burning the candle at both ends again, and this morning I felt it. This middle-aged stuff is for the birds! It feels as though I’ve been going at it non-stop for the past few weeks and crawled out of bed today on the wrong side, late, feeling like I got hit by a truck. My family keeps calling me a workaholic. I prefer to call it goal orientated. Stubborn comes to mind as well, focused even, possibly insane, but not a workaholic, not really.

When I want something, like really bad, I have tunnel vision like no other. I can’t think about anything else until I have it. Some l...