Yesterday I had something rather unsettling said to me. Today I turn 33 and everything I thought I knew - about me, about my skills, my abilities, my successes - is turned on its head and I find myself second-guessing every piece of me. I'm left with a gaping hole in me and I can't even pinpoint where it is because every nook, every cranny just feels empty.Thank God for great friends and good food. While it sure doesn't solve anything, it certainly takes the edge off.
And hopefully, 33 will be much better than 32. I say it will be.