It's been a heck of a year for this particular middle-aged baby boomer.  I awake each morning and feel confused. What have I been? What am I now? What should I be now? What do I want to be after today? Why do politicians look so young ? ...well, compared to me.

Sometimes I want to be 5 years old again. So much, that it physically hurts.

Then I remember that I hated every day of school. I seem to have been worrying about what I should be just about every day of my life - and yet looking back again, realizing that it really didn't matter.