It’s that time of year again. My birthday. This year I turn 35. This is the fifth time I’ve done it, so I’m well used to the change. No need to spas out about it. No need to stop and think, gee, I’ve wasted most of my life to horse crap.
No need to do that.
Not going to do it.
Because I want a change of pace.
From every other day of my life.
So positive thoughts on this, my for– er– 35th birthday!