Driving around with a receding hairline and two kids in a Prius feels a bit boring for me.
I didn't want a guru or a kung fu master or a spiritual director. I didn't want to become a sorcerer or learn the zen of archery or meditate or align my chakras or uncover mast incarnations. . . I was after something else entirely, but it wasn't in the Yellow Pages or anywhere else that I could discover.