Today I turn 41.
Can't quite believe how fast it got here.
I wish I were more content with my life these days, but I'm working on it.
Still seeing the therapist, but I'm not sure if I'll keep it up. I like her, but I feel like I just complain about the same things week after week. But I won't quit trying to feel better.
Not that it's all bad mind you. Much is very good and I'm so lucky in so many ways. I know that and it's why I'm trying hard to figure out how to enjoy it all more.
So happy birthday to me. I plan to make this next year better than ever!