I have a very close friend going through some major life drama. Right now, I am living vicariously through her and wishing I had some drama of my own. My life is feeling terribly drab and predictable. Is this what it means to be about to turn 50? I don't like it all that much. It's not that I feel 50. OK, I do some days. Many days. I don't think I look 50 yet. I creak and hurt in places that should neither creak nor hurt without having been whacked or bumped to cause such discomfort. I forget words mid-thought and find myself going through the alphabet to fill in the blank. What a goober! I feel bruised and achy, though young at heart and sometimes downright resentful of being so darned drama-free.
I'd really like a little drama. Just a little.
