2011 is almost over, and my 50th birthday is waiting for me in 2012. I am always hopeful that each new year will bring good things, but then years come and go and I am another year older and somehow in the same spot. Others around me are thriving and growing; this is as it should be I suppose. And it isn't middle age any more is it? Not too many live to the century mark, so the midpoint was reached a while ago. That is OK; it is what is supposed to happen.
I do know how fortunate I am, but it doesn't stop me from feeling regret or wanting things to be different.
Perhaps in a parallel universe, I am what I wish I were in this one. That's something. Conversely, a universe exists in which I am all ready dead. Glad to be cognizant of this one then. 2012, give me what you've got.
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