I seriously never thought I'd live this long. And even if I did I never imagined this as my life. Yes, I'm 40. Time for my mid-life crisis.
When I was younger, I was a very sick child. I missed a lot of school in 7th grade. It wasn't until later that we found out I had severe allergies. At the time I thought there was no way I'd live to be 40, the ragweed pollen would kill me before then. If not that, then certainly my driving would do me in.
Well, I'm still here, mostly. If you told me when I was 18 that in 22 years I would be disabled with 8 kids living in a trailer house in the New Mexico desert, I would have said "gee, that's awfully specific". But seriously, at that age you don't think about anything more specific than "what can I do for a living that will make me rich?"
I've been feeling painfully nostalgic lately. Is that normal? I really have no desire to go back, but things that I took for granted suddenly hold significance for me. Music, movies, places I've lived all seem very important right now. Why is that? I grew up in the 80's, a lot of that stuff is just stupid. I mean, exactly what was the song "Hungry Like the Wolf" about anyway?
So, bear with me as I go through this junk. If I start going off the deep end, let me know.
