Holy Smokes....Is This Mid Life Crisis?

So I have been doing this whole finish carpentry/painting thing a long long time now. My first contract was painting two apartment building (suites and halls) when I was 18. Pretty much have been doing it ever since. Moonlighted jobs while I tried other things but always came back to a sure thing for me. I like to think I'm good at it have no complaints about my work and I treat people homes like my own. I think I'm a perfectionist. That's not good if you want to build a nationally acclaimed fortune five hundred company because no one can do it the way you like. Well the satisfaction of a hard days work and a job well done is now replaced with a feeling of ouch, I hurt and where am I going with this. When I stop working the money stops flowing. I actually hate my job and isn't that pathetic. I always thought I'd be one of those quiet guys in high school that made it big in life. But you take a road that leads no where and that's where you end up. Funny thing is I'm not bitter, I just want to move on and find my lives niche. I want to know where I belong or where I can feel some satisfaction and challenge again. but even more important, it's time to use all my skills and talents to do something that will mean something. I don't want a tombstone that reads, " hear lies a nice guy" Since We can't have children I also don't want to be a burden on my family, you know "lets go do our courtesy visit and see Uncle Norm and Auntie Debbie who live all by themselves in that little house in Calmar where the lawn hasn't been mowed and the tree is dead in the front yard. so ya, theres a feeling of restlessness here. I think it's time for a big change ( with the blessing of my wife of course) maybe a tournament fisherman !