40 and Proud
Well, it happened. It’s been some year. Very little R & R, plenty of drama and the loss of my beloved mum a few weeks ago. On top of it all, I turned 40 last week. Mid-life crisis? Nah. To be honest, I feel grateful to have made it. I don’t really understand what all the fuss is about. I don’t feel any different and sure as hell don’t intend to act any differently. In fact, it’s almost a relief that the day has come and gone. Mind you, I did look at all my cards with their ’40′ emblazoned on them and they gave me a flashback to looking at age cards when I was younger and thinking how old that was…
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