And I think this is why
It’s my birthday next Saturday.
The start of my 39th year on Planet Earth.
That scares the crap out of me.
I’m looking at where I am now and wondering: “Is this *it* for me?”
Where will I be in 2 years? 5 Years? 10 Years? Am I stuck in this house forever? Will I ever get married again? Will I ever get to travel overseas? Are my best days a thing of the past? Do I have something to look forward to? How do I make the most of my future?
And I don’t know the answers to these questions.
I had dreams and goals once. I dared to believe.
I got handed a bitter mouthful of disappointment to swallow.
So now what?
I have questions galore but no answers and not much faith in dreaming anymore ..
Would be cool to know where I’m going though.
Before I need a Zimmer frame, that is.