I feel like a piece of sh--. I just received a newsletter from my hair salon (yup - hair salon cum art gallery cum courageous foray by Anglos out into the French wilderness) and discovered that my chubby and funky tatooed and pierced American hairdresser, not in Paris longer than 6 months, is already singing jazz in and around town. She can't speak French, just got here, but is putting herself "out there" in one of the most unforgiving of ways.
I am running out of patience with myself. I have started lots of good things but am not near where I want to be with any of them. Its TIME to realize some of that potential I keep on hearing about. For the first time in my life, I find myself reading want ads and other pubs and thinking that I am too old for this or that. When did that happen??
I think that I hate being 50 today.
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