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Wednesday, August 31

It's that time of year again

The pre-birthday blues are upon me. At first the idea of turning 50 didn't bother me, now it seems a really big number to be.

I don't want to be one of those mid-life crisis "Why ME!" people that yearns for their twenties but 50 is a long way from 20. It feels like I was another person back then. And of course I was. I think that I'm a better person now especially with all my chinks and dings, than I was back then. I don't fret like I used to (thank you, meds) and I'm more comfortable with who I am than I was.

So why the stress?

I can only guess that it's a tradition. It happens every year and I've gotten to expect it. There's nothing more to it than that.

So until Monday I say quietly to myself, "Waaaahhhh, why me?" and wait for the clouds to clear.