Well, here we are. You’ve clicked on the “About” section, which either means you’re curious, lost, or vetting me before deciding if I’m full of crap. All fair.
I’m turning 50 this year. Half a century. Five whole decades of navigating life, love, laundry, and that one drawer in the kitchen full of things that don’t belong anywhere else. I thought I’d feel wiser by now, maybe calmer, or like I’d finally unlocked the secret to life. Not in the slightest!
Hormones are starting to play hopscotch with my sanity, my chin has started growing one single hair, and I regularly forget the names of common things mid conversation. You know, the… the thing. With the buttons. That makes toast? Yes. That. Vocabulary is now a lucky dip.
I’d like to say I am officially in the I-don’t-have-time-for-this era of my life as I think it would be kind of liberating, but I’m no where close! I worry if I’ll upset people, if people like me, I keep most of my beliefs and opinions to myself unless its aimed at my family. I’m working on it though so brace yourselves, I have a sharp tongue!
This blog is my little corner of the internet where I can talk honestly about anything I bloody well like and the weird in-between place of not being young anymore but not quite old. If you’re looking for educational, profound shit… look elsewhere. If you’re after some honest ramblings, too much swearing, and the occasional dose of hilarity, pull up a chair.
I’m looking for an outlet. An online journal that I apparently allow the world to read. I’m just here to tell MY truth, laugh about it, and hopefully feel a little less alone when I forget the word for “spatula.”
Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s coffee time right?
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