Today is not my birthday, but since the actual birthday is next Tuesday...a very 'un-birthday-day'... I'm going to spend this weekend celebrating. Forty one: also not a very sexy age, but whatever. At least I'm out of my thirties, what a nightmare those were. This year promises to hold a lot of changes which I'm glad for. It's time for changes. And in the vein of past lessons learned I'm going to simply let-go of everything that has plagued me before now. This hasn't been a simple thing to learn, but a recent event has indeed proved to me that all the trouble, all the therapy, all the "heartache and drama" (something I was accused of delivering directly to someone's doorstep... I have to scratch my head about that one) has paid off a dividend of sorts: my ability to let it go. This is me letting it go. There it goes. Bye. It's going...
If only it were that easy. But it's getting much easier.
I am the paperboy of heartache and drama, and I want my TWO DOLLARS!
