PROLOGUE
There are times in life where the world suddenly surprises you. Or perhaps, you suddenly surprise yourself. I’m not sure which it is, but right now it really doesn’t matter to me.
I’m lying on the beach, staring up at the sky. The sand is wet and solid, and trickles of small waves are licking at my toes and creeping under me. There is a beautiful man lying to my left, and I am about to call the most amazing man in the world, the one I have waited over twenty years to meet, but wasn’t sure existed.
I am not sure why they call it a mid-life crisis. I don’t know why they don’t call it “A Time of Great Revolution,” or “When the World is Full of Epiphanies,” or better yet, “When You Finally Know Who You Are, and What the f**k You are Supposed to Do.” That’s what I want to call this
