My Quarter-Life Crisis

Clay I, Clay II, Clay III or Grandfather, Son and Grandson

A funny thing happened a little over a month ago. I turned 27. Unless I live to be 108 (not likely), this is not technically one quarter of my life. But it did get me thinking. I would not call this a crisis, but I started to reflect on all the things I haven't done or am yet to do (e.g. I have yet to be a head coach, get my masters, catch a small-mouth bass, etc.). But what was more sobering is the realization that I probably never will do certain things. Realistically I will probably never run for public office, be a CEO, play quarterback for the Chicago Bears (although sometimes you do have to question the incumbent) or own a house near a large body of water.