Part 2

I turned 40 last week, so I guess I'm in the second half of my life. I'm not going to lie kids: a week in and it's not going so well. 

I hurt my knee which has me hobbling around the house like a senior citizen. Keep in mind that I moved slowly with very little grace to begin with. Now I do this kind of slide, shake, and drag move to get to the laundry room. It's about as cute as something not cute can be. 

And if I could be really personal with you I'd like to say that I REALLY need a shower. Taking one today has anxiety shooting through the top of my head. I'm trying not to imagine my knee going out, me slamming into the shower glass, and a huge shard going through my chest and killing me instantly like something out of Final Destination. 

I also need to bite the bullet and finally get glasses. I was prescribed them when I was 18, but they did not properly accentuate the hairstyle I had at the time, so I tossed them. Now I'm ten minutes from being Mrs. Magoo. 

God has blessed me with another year of life when so many people I loved have died. So I want my Part 2 to be something amazing and beautiful. I want success and wealth and to have a plan for my life that takes me someplace. And I know I can do it but right now, I'm on the struggle bus. 

Optimistic that tomorrow will be better because I have no other choice. And people say that I don't have a heart of gratitude.