Its raining outside and it makes me want to write but I have nothing and everything to write about and that puts me at a loss.
My oldest son is in college, my second oldest took a year off but made up his mind where to go next year. My baby boy is in his last year in jr. high and my daughter is at that pre pre teen age where her babyish face is starting to look more defined.
And I am forty years old. Forty fucking years old and I have not crossed off one item on my mental to do list, or bucket list or whatever.
But there is nowhere I would rather be right now than where I am at and I don’t even know where that is but I am happy.
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