I’m currently sitting in a hotel room in New Orleans, on the 26th floor, where I’m attending a conference about and for dads. A disturbing dream woke me up in the dark of morning as I hear the sounds of train-horns in the distance and know the Mississippi River is lazing by in one direction and Bourbon Street is in the other direction.

I’ve been working in the “dad space,” to use vernacular from my second career, for many years now. What began as a monthly short column in a local throwaway paper has grown – in my mind – to a mini-media empire. And, up till this weekend, I was enthralled and loving it.

Now, I’m questioning my place in this space and my place in the working world. There is nothing unique about a middle-aged man having a crisis of faith regarding his place in the world. And, I suppose this is a further consequence from my 38-day trip to Africa and India where I was exposed to so much beauty and so my poverty and tragedy.

My life is blessed beyond belief so this so-called “crisis” is far from a real crisis since I’m not ill, I’m not worried about putting food on the table, there’s no despot or dictator ruling my country (though he may wish to be king), and my family is all doing well and in good health. On many days, the biggest challenge is choosing which restaurant we’re all going to agree upon when we’re too lazy to cook. First world problems, unquestionably.

Talking to myself is often helpful and between some really strange dreams and the non-stop chatter in my brain, I’m sure I’ll figure this one out. Perhaps, it’s a momentary lapse since I’ve been eating too many beignets here in The Big Easy? Perhaps it’s male menopause kicking in? Perhaps, I do need to re-evaluate my work life?

Oddly enough, my older son is going through the exact same thing that I’m going through at the moment. He’s changing his mind, seemingly by the hour, about which direction he wants to pursue with his love of music. One moment he’s going to be the next Skrillex, the next he’s going to start the coolest record label since Motown, and the next he’s going to be the Hunter Thompson of his generation. And, that was just yesterday.

But at the advanced age of 20, it’s natural for him to do this flip-flopping and I’m actually admiring his thought process even though it makes his dad crazy at times. And, perhaps it’s infectious and I can really just blame him for having similar hearts-of-mind – or is it hearts-of-palm – fluctuations of thought and self-doubt.

Or, perhaps it’s male menopause. After all, it’s my turn since I’ve only known my wife in various stages of menopause. Shouldn’t I be allowed to have bloating and hot flashes, too?

The flash point that stirred up this mind-mess was attending this year’s Dad 2.0 Summit right here in New Orleans. Looking around the room of mostly dads, and a smattering of moms and other women, I felt like grandpa. I could be the dad of most of these men and women. Many are on the beginning of their parenting journey so seeing a diaper company here as a sponsor makes total sense. The only diapers I focus on are Depends these days, hoping against hope I never need them. Did you know that more “adult diapers” are sold in Japan than those for babies? Useless demographic-fact interlude!

It’s not as though I feel old or have any diminution in age, energy, or ambition. I have no desire – money issues aside – to retire and go fishing. I’ve done that and all that happened was that my mind turned to mush and I’m not going there again. But, my relevance and interest in the “dad space” may be waning and how I will re-invent myself for my third act is the pressing question.

There’s no diminution in my love of writing or talking. But, it’s what I write and talk about and how many forms of writing and talking so-called platforms should I continue to pursue that is the conundrum. Do I still need a radio show, a comic strip, a Facebook Page, Instagram, LinkedIn, #DadChat, a syndicated column, several other column series, and another book in progress?

The old saw that writing it all down and making a pros and cons list has been partially accomplished by simply doing this column. I am taking breaks in this writing, to try and take sips from the boiling hot coffee my hotel coffee maker just brewed. Hang on a moment – maybe it’s tolerable now.

I actually feel better from this outpouring of self-doubt that will soon be public and terribly embarrassing. Do I have a solution? Of course not. But, my coffee is drinkable now and that’s a good thing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bruce is the author of “The Empty-Nest Road Trip Blues: An Interactive Journal from A Dad’s Point-of-View” and “A Dad’s Point-of-View: We ARE Half the Equation.” He also is the radio host of “The Bruce Sallan Show – A Dad’s Point-of-View.” He gave up a long-term showbiz career to become a stay-at-home-dad. He has dedicated his new career to becoming THE Dad advocate, as well as explaining Social Media to the world in layman terms. He carries out his mission with not only his books and radio show, but also his column “A Dad’s Point-of-View”, syndicated worldwide, his “I’m NOT That Dad” vlogs, the “Because I Said So” comic strip, and his dedication to his community on Facebook and Twitter. Join Bruce and his extensive community each Thursday for #DadChat, from 6-7pm PST, the Tweet Chat that Bruce hosts.

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