My spirit animal is probably an otter…or Tina Fey….or the ghost of Bea Arther.
I’m awkward. I never seem to say the right thing at the right moment. This morning, I ate expired moon-pies for breakfast. They were delicious.
See? That is exactly the kind of thing I shouldn’t bring up, and yet I did…
And I’m getting older, so I got that going for me as well. A couple of days ago, a young co-worker and I were talking about staying up late. She mentioned that late was like 2 AM. I countered with 11 PM being pretty late. ‘Oh, that’s cause you’re ol...’ She didn’t get the rest out, but I’m pretty sure ‘old’ was the next utterance there. We let the conversation drop and moved on.
40 is just around the bend. Which only seems old for my lack of actually living. I’ve never married or had a very serious relationship. Things just always got awkward (yeah, I’m sure I’ll get to those stories later).
So, here I am, hitting mid-life and ready to dip my toe into the dating pool and hope to god I don’t drown.
This might all end in flames. Might as well have some fun with it along the way.
I’m not playing a role. I’m being myself, whatever the hell that is. -Bea Arther