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in my mid 20's i went through my quarterlife crisis. maybe now it's a third-life crisis. and it's really the same story. home is great. i love paul, ella...i love being a wife and mom. i like my house; i'm satisfied with my car...we have a few of the things we want, and all of the things we need. but i still feel like something's out of place. maybe it's just early spring fever. maybe it's disappointment at my job, or with my friends, my music...i dunno.