good grief

So I was sitting here crying last night because I realized two things.

1. Thomas turned seventeen on the 28th.
2. I’m almost forty.

Now, generally stuff like that doesn’t get me down. It’s just that I’ve been on a major downswing since the middle of Summer – first bad one I’ve had in a really long time. :warped:

Too, I don’t feel old enough to have a seventeen year old. Some people tell me I don’t look old enough to have a seventeen year old and honestly think I’m yanking their chain – so their jaws hit the floor when I tell them Tayler came along eighteen months after Thomas. 🙄

It’s strange to look at myself in the mirror, or to just be sitting around, and myself says to me – dude, you’ll be 38 your next birthday. My initial response is, “Nah, you’re joking. Right?” And I never am.


Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.