Passionate thoughts of a writer about love and life.
Monday Morning Blues
It may not be that it is Monday as much as the fact that my birthday is today. Damn! How in the world did I get to be 52 years old? I was talking to a writer friend the other day and I liked her take on it. She said that I must have been having so much fun all these years I wasn't paying attention. We'll go with that, but it's still not making me feel less blue. I hate getting old. And I don't care what they say about 60 being the new 40, it's bullshit. How many young people do you hear saying it? That's what I thought.