Wife and I are approaching 40. No kids. Not sure if we’re having any. Looks like the window on that is closing. We aren’t pushing to have kids but if it happens, cool. Plenty of friends and family around. We try to stay busy. Go on vacation out of town a few times a year. Go out for dinner a few times a month. Workout a few times a week. Golf a couple times a month. She goes to yoga and I go to jiu jitsu. We stay pretty active, but.... Last week I woke up from a pretty lucid dream that we were in Rome with just our backpacks. We had just crossed the states from CA to Maine and onto England. Went to France and Spain and were now at the Vatican. Our next stop was going to be the Orients. We were having the time of our lives. I woke up that day really dreading going into the office and sitting at a desk for 8 hours. I told my wife about my dream and said, life is half over. Let’s finish the second half on adventures. She laughed and said take the day off but kill all that ‘backpacking the world’ talk. I called in sick and went golfing. Since that dream, I still can’t wrap my mind around jockeying a desk for another 20-25 years. Then retiring in my late 50s or early 60s doing regular old people shit. Going to kid’s birthday parties, walks through the park. The occasional visits to relatives. Having game nights with our old ass friends. Wife and I probably have enough money to hit the road for the next 20-30 years if we liquidated everything we own. Anyways, I know it won’t happen but the thought of having just about 30-40 years of life left and choosing to not go see the whole world seems like a waste of a life. If I was single, there may be a good chance I bounce out. But I love my wife and rather live a regular life with her than travel alone. Anyways, I can’t sleep and I’m just rambling now. I think I’ll call in sick tomorrow and go golfing.