3 years on this thing, and its been interesting. Took a couple of hiatus(es?) from here to live life, and sometimes escape life, and, again, I learned alot about myself. But coming back and looking at these old goals, well it just makes me sad. A part of me has died. I know that sounds overdramatic.
But when i read my old entries on here, I feel the difference in me. (I mean c’mon…, a fetish model???). That youthful, energized, I-can-do-anything-if-i-plan-it-right-feeling is officially dead. That curious, why is the world the way it is?, and why am i the way i am ?period for me is completely over. Im getting just “old”, and that makes me scared because I really dont mind.
But i know im back here on THE 43 for a reason…
im not supposed to go out quite like that.
So i guess im in that Phase Two period of a womans life.
I have a new perspective, and new outlook, some bumps and bruises,
but thank GOD, at least I know who I am!
LETS DO IT AGAIN
