The Big 5-0
I'm going to be fifty in two weeks. I was ready for my 30s and 40s, got myself all excited for them, but this is different. Maybe because everything seemed to change in 2020. I didn't really think about my 50s. Too many other things to think about, when I wasn't on autopilot, that is. I feel like I've spent an awful lot of time running on autopilot. Sadly, it's just a guess because I pretty much quit journaling over the last several years. No blogging, no Facebook, no writing in my actual paper journal. I keep thinking that I need to fix this, but it never happens. I've gotten out of the habit of recording and sharing my days. I think about posting, but then the voice of the brainweasels always chimes in: "Who even cares?" "What, you think you're special?", that sort of thing. Plus, it feels weird to just start writing in media res, popping up out of nowhere and plunging right in, like I haven't been absent for a couple years. But that's the only way to do this. Bleh.
OMG, has it really been 8 years since I last used LJ?! Eight years?! Damn. The years pass too quickly and it's very disconcerting.
OMG, has it really been 8 years since I last used LJ?! Eight years?! Damn. The years pass too quickly and it's very disconcerting.