I have been meaning to post. But then I think about something else I need to do. And then something else. And then something else. You understand, I’m sure.
Also, I kinda wanted something meaningful to post, considering this is my first post since turning 37 (!!!!!!) last week. And while I could go on and on about the fact that I have actually turned 37 (!!!!!) and I don’t think my mental age has increased beyond about 20…maybe 12 some days…and it just seems completely wrong. But I won’t. Cause that would be depressing, right? I don’t exactly have any sage words a woman of my years (that sound is me sobbing as I type) should have. I remember when each of my aunts was 37, and they seemed to have their shit together. When is that gonna happen for me? Cause I could use some of that good old confidence and clarity right about now. Crap. I’m beginning to think that is just something a person is born with.
I guess my real question is whether or not I have to grow up now?
(I vote no.)