I often wonder where did half my life go. I am 45. I am no where close to where I thought I’d be. I mean what the hell!
Where is my million dollar home, sports car (convertible for sure) Pulitzer’s, you know for that amazing book I never write/finish, a perfect body, no wrinkles and vacations to wherever, whenever.
Oh shit, Wake me up I’m dreaming again. Life is such a rip off. Now don’t go thinking I’m a negative Nancy. I don’t even know a Nancy, oh wait I take that back. I do *shrugs*.
I just thought my life was going to be different. I am 45 and still watch what I eat 4 days a week while eating like shit the other 3 days. I say I’m going to exercise but NEVER make it to the gym.
I complain about my love life, even though I’m happily in love. I watch my scale as much as I watch the tv. “Is that odd”? *chuckles*.
Now while my life seems to be so uneventful some days. Wow to the days that I live it to the fullest, it could rival any of those Real Housewife bitches *chuckles*.
I mean last month I worked as an extra on the ABC show “Nashville” and this month I have been in 5 states and its only the 13th but yet I still find myself wanting more, is this it, or will 46 bring even more or heck maybe it will bring less.
Did I mention?
I am still saving for a Louis Vuitton bag. I have like 2.36 cent saved. See, where I’m going with this.
45 and still dreaming.