June 22nd - I turned 46 today. Oddly enough, the number means nothing to me. It is not how old I feel. In my own mind, I am still some sassy 25 year old. My body, on the other hand, tells a different story. Girl who cuts my hair is only about 5 years younger than me and she thinks I look like I am still in my 30's. (So does she.)
I would like to think that my mind's age has a lot to do with how I look. I have no intentions of getting any plastic surgery to keep me young looking. I pray to grow old gracefully. I see the wrinkles in my face beginning to form, but I try not to hide them. The lines are a reflection of the time spent in this life - I have earned them.
My life is still in a constant uproar. I am praying that the revelation of recent information will allow me to leave the rut I have found myself. An opportunity to grow and take away a lot of the stress I have to manage. I am quite tired of it and find that work is consuming my life. That is not how work should be - people work to live, not live to work. I thought I would have more accomplished in my life, but as it stands, that is not the case. However, I need to take that situation and turn it around or leave. Leaving is the less confrontational mode - still, something needs to be said. How to say it without any retaliation, that is a mystery for me.
Time to toddle off to bed. I have been way too deep for one day.
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