Well, it’s August. I am nearing the end of a tumultuous summer. I never envisioned these decisions having such a negative impact on my livelihood and my state of mind. Later this month, I am turning fifty years old. Yep, good old five-oh.
Crazy how quickly time moves along. The past seven months have shown me what I am made of. Much of those things concern me. Despite my angst toward life, there were plenty of good times, memorable moments, and joyous occasions.
I have changed. Everything is different now, for better and for worse. Maybe it’s time to say farewell to the things I once knew. Hopefully, not everything.