and I'll cry, scream, laugh, and do whatever the hell else I want to. Yep folks, as of yesterday, I've been around a quarter of a century. Damn that's a long time. I was actually pretty depressed yesterday...borderline on the verge of tears. I'm not 100% sure why though...well, maybe I am, but I'm just not that comfortable in this space yet. Let's just say I haven't quite figured out my path to life, love, and happiness yet. Now don't get me twisted...I'm not a step away from Charter... I'm just very methodical in most aspects of my life. So when I don't feel like a have a good sense of direction I can tend to feel like a wanderder or drifter of sorts. I'm a work in progress, what can I say.
A wise man told me today that by 40 it begins to fall in line, but you never REALLY figure it out. By 60, you can begin to relax. This theory was all pretty frightening to me given that this is coming from a very successful, vivacious 64-year old white guy. Damn, THIS CAN'T BE LIFE!!! At least I'm still trying to live.
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