I'm 42 years old and I finally hearing sound of my own voice.
I'm also 42 years old feeling like an 18 year old. By that I mean, feeling ready to finally go to college in the way I wish I could have done, finally ready to move to NY or Chicago and pursue that sketch comedy/music career that has been with me since day one.
But I'm 42 not 18.
I'm 42 and I want a family.
I want a life WITH someone.
If this were a blog about my years of depression I would tell you that for me, and I speak only for myself, depression and the terrible sense of self that came along with it, did not mix with sex, emotional intimacy, joy or planning for the future.
The world awaits my entrance (to sound just a tad megalomaniacal).
More soon. Much work is being done and I look forward to posting weekly once again.
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