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?
29 then 40 