I am one month away from being half way to 80.
The thought for getting old has never really bothered me as…and this is a real thing…my mental brain had me convinced that I was going to die on Boxing Day this year. I had everything all set up too, tunes for my funeral (paper roses by Marie Osmond for when I’m carried in and we got the moves by electric call boy for when I go up in smoke and everyone is leaving)
Had letters and everything written for my kids too.
I honestly have no clue why I thought that may happen..other than my head likes to fuck with me almost as much as I like to fuck with it.
anyways, imagine my surprise when I never dropped dead.
realisation that I have a good few years left and not exactly sure what to do with it. Still it’s exciting.
so here’s the plan, I am too good for the job I am doing just know, this year I’m gonna either get a new job elsewhere or at my current place of work.
im going to do more writing, not for any reason, just I enjoy telling wee stories. I may or may not self publish depending on how brave I feel about them.
I’m going to try and make more meaningful connections. I don’t have many pals where I stay and I really do miss having folks I can just talk baws with. Does that sound like I’m a bit of a saddo? Maybe,
kink wise? I’d like to explore my submissive side a bit more, but really just happy talking to like minded folks.
Anyways, here’s to not being dead.
catch ye
