I’d like to say I’m having and identity crisis. But I’m not. Because I don’t feel like there is a me to have an identity crisis about.
I’d love my own bed.
We’re sleeping in separate beds at the moment.
We haven’t fallen out, we aren’t splitting up, no one has had an affair, we are just sleeping in separate beds at the moment.
He’s had a cold so has been sniffling and coughing so has been bravely suffering in the spare … Read more
I’m 48 and I’m forgetting things. I forget what I walked out the room to get. I want to use one word and another word comes out even when I can see the word I want in my minds eye.
I have days when I wake up with a sense of doom. I can’t put … Read more
I turned 47 this year. I can no longer kid myself that I’m only half way through my life…I’m on the home run now.
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We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring