Though I am walking around with a broken heart, and tears of rage are at the tips of my eyes, I have to admit that I've had some pretty good days this year. I guess 39 years old, best relates to the opening line of the novel "A Tale of Two Cities," written by Charles Dickens: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.” My "Journey to Forty" has been filled with exciting experiences; some were planned, others were not. Either way, I will not forget this year for a long time. Only five more months to go before I turn the big 4 0. I don't want to count down the months, weeks or days- but- it's a little hard to do when you've got big plans for the future. I'm grateful for good karma, and should count...
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