Here we are. Here we go.

It’s that time of the year again. Another number.

47.

47.

47.

I’ll be turning 47 tomorrow.

I am no longer in my “Mid-40s”. I’m a Late now.

Late-40s.

I’m in my fucking Late-40s.

Am I ready? Maybe. Who knows, but here we go, another year older, another year wiser.

46.

46.

46.

Looking back, given all the bullshit with how it started, it’s been….fine.

It was fine.

46.

You were fine.

46.

Given how it started, with the firing of my boss during my #specialweek, it started with a shit bang that in a way made me question many things that I felt were settled in my life.

Even though it started out like shit, eventually the year turned out to be fine.

I came to terms with many things, like not really caring about work.

I’ve always had the mindset that work is work. I work to live, not live to work.

But it is a big part of my life. I enjoy what I do and the people that I interact with and help and work with.

But this past year, the dynamics have changed.

Work is still work, but fuck it. You know what I mean?

The restructuring and all of this ownership bullshit isn’t good. I honestly don’t even know if I’ll have a job to go to by the end of the year.

All in all, 46, work…fuck work.

I do what I’m ask. No more. No less.

Just fuck work.

It’s been in my head for a while now, in my mind, that I’ll have to make changes and sacrifices. Things that I don’t want to do, I’ll need to and I’ll have to take agency over it.

Slowly but surely, I’ve made necessary changes and started work on this, but I definitely need to step it up.

I guess 46 pushed me to take more charge of my life, stop settling and feeling secure. Take more control.

Hopefully 47 will provide that for me. More agency. More control.

We all know how much I love my control over my own life.

47.

Bring it.

Control.

46.

With the world crumbling.

Work restructuring.

America’s demise.

46 had been a year of anxiety and stress.

Definitely it was a year of stress and anxiety.

But overall, I’m surprised for the most part I’m handling it so well.

I control how I react to these things and I’m surprised that I’m not worse than I am.

Sure, overall, in the grand scheme of things, if we look at a micro level, focusing on just me, my life is fine.

I’m living.

I’m living well.

Status quo.

I still have a job.

I still have a roof over my head.

I’m not even worried about work or my future there, because in some weird sense, I’m confident and hopefully that all will work out.

Again, I’m going to be rich and buy a house in my neighborhood this year.

I’m putting that out and manifesting it.

The biggest problematic area in my life, my universe, right now is Crumble and his craziness. Even then, I think we all – the collective WE as in me and my furkids – will all come out of this like gangbusters.

There’s that hope and confidence again.

46.

I guess it was a great year of managing my anxiety and stress. It was a great year of confidence, hopefulness, and certainty that my life will turn out well.

Certainty that everything will turn out well for me and mine.

Not sure where it came from, but I’m welcoming it.

I guess as I get older, the more comfortable I am in my own skin, and more control over my life, I have faith that I’ll manage things to the best of my ability and all will go well.

46.

Confidence.

Hopefulness.

Certainty.

I’ll take more for 47 please.

Thank you.

46.

I don’t know when it started to happen. Not sure what number it was, but I’m really enjoying my life.

Again, I posted something similar in many of my earlier posts that I often find myself just smiling to myself, with the sun shining on my face, walking Galette around the neighborhood thinking to myself, My life is GOOD.

My life is good.

MY LIFE IS GOOD.

It is.

I’m enjoying my life.

I’m loving my life.

This freedom. This independence.

I’m living my life on my own terms.

We all know I’m a huge proponent of that.

I definitely want more of it.

More enjoying my life.

As “boring” as it is. As “structured” as it is. As “routine” as it is.

I’m enjoying it.

It took a lot of work for me to get here.

It took so much work and growth to get here.

I’m happy that I am here.

Life is worth it.

46.

I think it was the first time that I truly embraced it.

This singleness. Living my boring life how I see fit. I’ve said it many times before, but I think this is the first time that I truly embraced it and felt that I’ve made a decision to live my life this way.

I think I fully embraced that it isn’t wrong to live my life this way.

No drama.

No annoyances.

Just enjoying life.

Embracing life.

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Embracing the status quo.

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I took it a day at a time.

I tried not to really focus on the future. I tried not to focus on the past.

I stayed present.

Lived simply.

Simply lived.

46.

Simplicity.

47.

More of it.

Bring it.

46.

46.

46.

Overall, you were a fine year. I good ending to my mid 40s and a great transition to my Late-40s.

It was a good start to taking control over my life again.

47.

Let’s continue this drive.

I’m ready.

With this, I will bid adieu to you, 46.

Thank you.

47.

Let’s roll.