39

So this is it - 39. I turned 39 about 15 minutes ago. This is my final year in my 30's and I suppose if I'm able to take the tme with this, it'll be fair for me to chronicle my time up to the age of 40. What would be the reason, overall aside from my desire to continue writing, no matter what?

1.) Info. for my kids about what I do every day after I leave the house.
2.) A way for Trish to get the same information.
3.) Introspection. A necessary piece of growth that could potentially provide an interactive aspect since others would be able to comment. If they do, that could help with entries.
4.) I, like everyone else, feel as though I am an ultinmate human. I shouldn't die. I'm important. And it's all bullshit. I need to discuss this to settle this ridiculous feeling inside my own head, come back down to earth and come to terms with the fact I'm just a sack of carbon like everyone else.
5.) My profession is fucked up. It'll help to open up bout it.
6.) The way my profession has progressed is important, actually. People really are affected by it, when push comes to shove.
7.) I'm a fuckin' schlub.
8.) The people I meet. That'll all come out over the next year.

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I wrote this at the bar in Foxboro the night my age tripped over from 38 to 39 and thusly, this blog was born. I didn't celebrate my birthday at home. Such is life and has been for quite a while. Just making sure that little piece of the pie isn't lost amongst the stupidity scribbled above. :)~