Sunday, April 5, 2009

Happy Birthday to Me

Larry asked me this morning if I'd ever thought I would be 43. I don't think I really thought about it when I was younger. I don't really mind the age, but I did think that I would be more wonderful by now. He asked me what I meant by "more wonderful" and I responded that I thought I would be more attractive, thinner, more successful, and that my house would be cleaner. He seemed to think those were pretty superficial things. After some thought I've decided that he's right. All of those little inadequacies that I torture myself with don't really amount to much.