Here were go again.
It’s another 40 days until I turn 41 years old. Yet, I don’t feel like I’ll be 41. I didn’t feel 40, nor did I feel 35.
How is an age supposed to feel? Warm and fuzzy? Cold and bitter? No idea. Since I’ve written, a lot has happened. Changed. Stayed the same. Life is ever evolving. And I’ve learned many lessons.
Both positive and harsh.
So, let’s start this journey together, shall we?