The end of 51.
In less than 2 weeks, I will be firmly entrenched in my fifties. I have come to terms with 5o. Not even just to terms, I have embraced 50. I fucking adore 50.
The end of 51.
In less than 2 weeks, I will be firmly entrenched in my fifties. I have come to terms with 5o. Not even just to terms, I have embraced 50. I fucking adore 50.
Go ahead, throw some criticism at me. I’m experienced, I’ve been growing. I can take that shit! Say what you will! Your opinion of me is not my business!
HAHAHFUCKINGHAHAHA.
I’m the child of a narcissist. Of course, criticism is difficult for me.
This is me…worried that I will run out of things to say. I’m worried that I will run out of things to say and I’m questioning my motives for writing in the first place. Basically, I’m living in my own head.
This is one reason I love reading all your blogs. I love living in your heads for a few minutes.