40

So I’m 40. It’s funny that in some ways I feel so different but in other ways it’s just a day. I’m definitely not where I thought I would be at 40. I’m not happy. I really thought that by 40 I would have a lot more answers than I do. The worst part is that really I just want to lay in bed and contemplate my many disappointments and enjoy my days off(I took off the rest of the week to “celebrate”) but JAB insisted on taking me out to dinner tonight to my usual birthday place, tomorrow we’re going out with my parents, Friday we’ll do something I forgot and Saturday he’s throwing me a party.
I just wish I was more in the mood. Anyway, Happy Birthday to me. I’m old. I’m 40

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