I have officially reached the point where I say what the hell is wrong with me when it comes to my place in life. I'm quickly approaching mid-thirties. Like, when I say quickly, I feel like the next moment I'm going to wake up from the nightmare and be in my forties. Dang, I actually said nightmare. That wasn't one of those words that was planned - that was just me hitting the keys and apparently being really honest with myself about my place in this world.
It's seems like it's going to be another year of wedding announcements and birth announcements and life is just going to keep passing me by. I mean, I'm happy for everyone, but I can't help but sit back and wonder what is wrong with me?
I mean, I'm a cool person, with a side of attitude. However, I'm also curious as to why I keep feeling like I'm being punished. Yep, that's exactly how I feel - I'm being punished. It's gotta get better, right?
So, here I sit and just watch life past me by. It's really like everyone is going 100 and I'm stuck in park. But I have absolutely no reason to complain - I have a roof over my head, food in my fridge, and plenty of clothes in my closet. Life is good...just not moving at the pace I thought it would. Ok, I guess I will just keep enjoying the ride...right?