In an hour and 15 minutes I turn 42. I’d be 3 hours younger if I were home.
I’ve made my bday private on fb. I expect to hear from 3 people. And if I don’t, that is ok.
It isn’t often you realize how alone you are. And I guess that is ok too. I am lonely and that is not ok.
This year brought me the failure of my body and if I take anything from 41 it has to be to take better care of me. That starts the moment I get home.
It brought me clarity on my friendships and realizing who cares about me and who cares about what I can do for them.
A good year. Not a great year. I want to make 42 a better year.