Really? I’m Now Old as Jesus?

As I look ahead to the next year of my life, I for some reason don’t feel all that different.

Which could be a good thing, but yet I don’t feel special either. I’m just there.

I feel stuck in some ways. I haven’t done a lot of things I’ve always wanted to do; I don’t have the money to indulge in some of those ‘luxuries.’

I also don’t feel like I can move away to fulfill my dreams because as my mother points out I should get out of debt first. Which could be year. So I guess I’ll remain stuck here.

I don’t know what to do.

On a different note – my boyfriend and I went to Olive Garden for dinner last night. It was there I observed summer’s unofficial shoe in action – flip flops.

First, I’m so old I still catch myself calling them ‘thongs.’

Second, there are some people out there that should not be showing off their feet. Luckily, I like my toes and they’re cute, but some people – they could be descendents of primates!

Third, ‘thongs’ do not discriminate – they’re worn by everyone from little kids to senior citizens with white slacks and colorful printed shirts.

I noticed most were of the rubber kind, like ones you’d wear on swimming pool decks in case they get wet – yeah, those.

Mine, on the other hand, I’m proud to say are foam, but look like wood. I feel superior! And look somewhat classy. And people think they’re really wood.

I don’t know why I focused my attention on it, but I did and learned a lot.