It was called a “midlife crisis,” by my family, but I prefer to call it aggressive forward planning. When people hit this milestone, they usually pivot toward the classic clichés: a flashy sports car, a reckless hobby, or a sudden change in scenery. I went a different route. My “midlife crisis” was something I dreamed about as a kid, but thankfully, it is far less hazardous to my soul than the usual temptations.