Now what?

I'm bored. I don't think I'm cut out for an eight-to-five job. Oh, I can do the work, of course. I'm quite capable. I just don't like it. And this is a great office to work at, so it's not like I'll be any better off someplace else. Maybe if I worked part-time. So I had enough money for the mortgage, etc. More time to paint my condo, write my books, go backpacking, read, drive really fast in the middle of the night. . .

Is twenty-nine too young to be having a mid-life crisis?