At 25 years of age it was obvious to me that I needed to make many changes in my life. I was stuck in a rut, caused by my own immaturity and fear, and I could see only profound disappointment on the path I had been taking. At 25, that total sense of risking profound disappointment hit me hard, a sickening feeling in my gut that destroyed me like being crushed by a ton of bricks.
It was really bad, and I have to say it was, actually, good, seeing it now, many years later. I feel strongly that it takes about 10 years of daily work to change the things in your life that *really* need changing. So I am glad I was forced to begin that work so many years ago.
