Comfortable in My Own Skin

pixabayI was born on a Tuesday…no, wait….a Thursday.  Well I guess at my age now, it really doesn’t matter.  Hi, my name is Anne, and I’m 74 years young.  I used to not say things like that because my mind wasn’t right.  Well, not in a mentally disordered sense, but just my way of thinking.  My only regret, is that I didn’t learn about thinking better, sooner.  Would have made a lot of different decisions if I had.  I know you didn’t come here to hear about my problems.  But I’ll share a piece of my life with you.  Maybe it’ll help some youngins get it together before their bones turn brittle.

When I was a little girl, we lived in a small clapboard house.  Nothing special.  Two bedrooms, a tiny bathroom, and an even tinier kitchen.  I know this was the best Mama and Daddy could do, but I used to be ashamed.  You see, the kids I went to school with lived in pretty brick homes near town.  They never made fun of me or nothing, but I just didn’t feel like we were the same.  There were many other things we didn’t have in common like clothes, race, or things that happened inside the home.  So I withdrew.  Well, not totally.  Had one friend in grade school, but her family moved away by the time we were in high school.
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Breaking Bad 39

JaneGenova_SpeechwriterIf you’ve come to this post looking for a review or commentary on the AMC hit, Breaking Bad, sorry to disappoint you.  It’s not that kinda post.  Instead, it’s my light-hearted rant on the final days of being thirty-something. 😉

First let me say that I thank God for my life.  From birth to now, there have been health problems, family crisis, and all other kinds of life issues and circumstances that could have taken me out.  He spared me, and I’m grateful.  It’s one of the reasons that I’m dedicating year 40 to making the most of this life.
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