Good grief, y'all, I'm 42 today. Every year, my birthday makes me feel more and more melancholy. I wonder about how little I've accomplished, and whether there is much more to look forward to in the second half of my life. Yes, I have a wonderful husband and two great kids. I've become a humor writer and I'm starting a new publication. But somehow, on this day, I wonder if it all means anything, if I'm doing any of it right.
I'm honestly not fishing for praise or birthday wishes here. Just having one of those mid-life moments where you start to think that maybe something is missing from your life. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I just feel like there's an emptiness, a space in my life just waiting to be filled. It's hard to grasp, but I just don't think I've experienced everything that life has to offer.*
I think what I really need...is this.
*Y'all know this is all bullshit, right? And it's just an excuse for the link? Just checking.
Hey girl, the forties turned out to be the absolute best...Fifties were fun too and now that I am in my sixties I'm still having a ball. It all boils down to attitude and you have it in spades...keep on keepin' on. I clicked and giggled...
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