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Wow, eight years since my one and only post. There are a few reasons I’ve refrained from posting. Most of that is because my husband chases me all over the Internet checking out websites I frequent, making sure what I … Continue reading
I frankly don’t care what people think about my blog posts. They are more for me than for anyone else. If I cared what people thought, I’d go post over on Facebook, but unfortunately there are times when I need to bitch about people on my Facebook friends list. I need a place to put up my thoughts away from prying eyes. Call it releasing my angst if you want. This is, after all, about me!
I kept a diary for several years, starting at the age of 12. Pretty weird to go back and read your thoughts when you were a kid. I was a self centered jerk, but then what kid isn’t? We grow up, we change, and hopefully for the better.
I chose Pirate Looks At Forty not because I’m a huge Jimmy Buffett fan. I mean he is okay, and I do listen to his music. I was sitting here at my desk at work trying to figure out who I am. Had a bad fight this past week-end with my husband, the details of which I think I’ll reserve for another blog post. It did get me to thinking about who I am at 48 years of age, where I am at in my life, and how I view the fact that I’ll turn 49 next month. This pirate is really looking at 50 and feeling a little glum.
I don’t have an issue with turning 50. I’ve come to terms with aging. What I have a problem with is that it seems like by now my husband and I would stop having stupid arguments. I wish I would get along famously with my children. Shouldn’t I have some handle on this thing called life?
Maybe hormones are making me melancholy. I dunno. I’ve been pretty darned happy the last few months, but suddenly I find myself not so much. I do know I don’t like being sad.