Today, I’m a year older. I don’t know if I’ve gotten wiser over the years. Life, so far, has been kind to me. I have a family who, while far for being perfect, loves me for all my imperfections. My partner for 6 years continue to love me for far less than what I could give.
I could not ask for more, but to probably be a better person, so that I can return all the love they’ve given me.
I thought that by 35 I would be a biggie in the corporate world, a director perhaps, a post shy from a vice president, or something grand. I may not be in that place now, but I am just as happy. Until, my empty wallet snaps be back to reality.
Another year awaits.