I don't think it's unusual, even if it doesn't constitute the typical mid-life crisis. Truth be told, you don't meet that many people who can honestly say that they are happy with their lives, and many who do are abdicating responsibility via religion. That's to say that, having placed themselves in God's hands, they can only assume, quite genuinely, that whatever shit comes their way is not only God's will, but they deserve it. I'm not saying that I don't deserve my life, but I got here under my own steam, without divine intervention.
Yet as previously mentioned, there is some doubt as to where "here" is. Lovely wife, two fully functional kids, very pleasant standard of living and no sense of purpose whatsoever. This is not solely the absence of a "proper" job. Proper jobs seem to double many people's misery, even when performed in exchange for genuine rewards. I am well, or over, educated so realistically I should be achieving more, contributing more. Selling comics - and even then half-heartedly - is hardly a vocation, but the vocation just ain't there. And anyway, it's too late. If my self-employment has achieved anything, it is to render myself unemployable. I wouldn't employ myself!
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