Border town woman's quest for magical stuff like northern lights, sane men, and size 8 jeans.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Want to hear all about how depressed I am?
I didn't think so.
You get to anyway: I'm stuck in a holding pattern with my job and have no idea how to get out. I miss Adam. A lot. Ever gone two or even three nights without sleep? I don't recommend it.
Also not recommended: turning 50 when you still - after all this time- can't figure out what most have figured out by 30 (or certainly 40).
Some of the platitudes hurled at me regarding 50 have been vaguely amusing. Most have just underscored how odd I am. My 50 is not your 50.
I have two months and two weeks to go. A lot can happen in that time. Maybe my 50 will not be my 50.
You get to anyway: I'm stuck in a holding pattern with my job and have no idea how to get out. I miss Adam. A lot. Ever gone two or even three nights without sleep? I don't recommend it.
Also not recommended: turning 50 when you still - after all this time- can't figure out what most have figured out by 30 (or certainly 40).
Some of the platitudes hurled at me regarding 50 have been vaguely amusing. Most have just underscored how odd I am. My 50 is not your 50.
I have two months and two weeks to go. A lot can happen in that time. Maybe my 50 will not be my 50.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Sunday, September 06, 2009
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