I'm turning forty.
How the hell did that happen?
At
forty, I thought I would weigh less and earn more. I'd hoped that I would have children and own
a home.
The
thing about a life is that you only get one of them. I've tried to live my life with that in mind,
but I just seem to wind up forever starting over. I think when I turn sixty, I'll still be resolving
to get my life started.
Goddamned
milestone birthdays.
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