The last few days have turned me rather melancholic. It is not the T-30 countdown to my 40th birthday, far from that. But every year, the date of 20 August always stirs up a cornucopia of emotions in me. Two events on that same day defines my life…
And the sad thing is that while both had been sources of incredible happiness, inspiration and creativity over the years, they are both proving to be lodestones on my soul at this juncture of my midlife crisis. The 20th of August gave me both my career and the love of my life, and sadly, both are in tatters.
Mu isamaa, mu õnn ja rõõm…
Some 21 years ago I was glued to the TV watching what was happening in Europe, especially on the eastern coast of the Baltic Sea. I remember watching news reports for many months, including those on CNN filed by Teri Schultz (who later became a good friend) on the events in Tallinn, Estonia. But it was that day, with the catalyst of the coup in Moscow, that led the brave people of Estonia to finally remove the shackles of their Soviet oppressors after 51 years of brutal occupation.
Though I did not know it that day, that event created my rewarding career for the next two decades. My work brought me around the world and I felt honoured to be called on as an expert by many. I relished my role as an analyst pointing out where Estonia needed to improve, as well as a promoter that spread the successes of Estonia to unknowing parties. I was most humbled my my dear (and ailing) friend Mart Laar, the guru of Estonia’s rapid development and two-time prime minister, would always introduce me to people as the ‘world’s expert on Estonia’. As much as that humbled me, I essentially ‘succeeded’ myself out of a career. Estonia did not need the deep analysis at this stage, and it was doing just fine by itself. Like a parent watching a child grow up and succeeding, it’s time to let go…
Разбитото ми сърце…
And coincidentally some 8 years ago, when my career was already staggering, I met the love of my life. It was odd when I first met her, because I had pictured her — her face, her voice, everything — in my dreams since I was a teenager. It was so shockingly strikingly clear all of a sudden. To be honest, that dream kept me going during a very tortuous childhood, one which still haunts me today. The first look I was struck dumb…like the proverbial Italian fulmine full-on, that my hopes have been answered.
Over the wonderful years she became my soulmate, my best friend, my confidant, my lover, my hopes and dreams, my everything. The happiest moments of my life were spent with her, as well as some of the most desolate when I missed her. I watched her grow up from a college student to the entrepreneur that created a major business on her own, and I remain extremely proud of her amazing accomplishments and success. Sadly, I lost her after more than 6 years in a rather turbulent relationship, and I have to absolutely blame myself for losing her. I guess in a way she didn’t need me anymore…
So now as I live through the 20th of August without her, and with my Estonia-related career in tatters, it makes me think of what’s left on my plate. I am drained emotionally to ever try again; I doubt I can ever commit in the same way to anyone else. I am too old and uninspired to create a new career.
It’s hard to examine a life when the one single thing you’ve devoted your life to has ground to a halt, and you had to let your soulmate go.
So with those twin albatrosses around my neck as I sit on this leaky boat of my life, I sail on into the storm of the midlife crisis. Something’ll come through the storm. I just don’t know what will. And the skies are now fully darkened…