The Bloody Doors Off

There’s something to be said for being in your 40s.

Yes my body is slowly breaking down. I’ve got a problem with my right foot that’s tied to my type 2 diabetes. I don’t sleep through the night without pills and a CPAP. Can’t keep my eyes open past midnight these days. (Yes, I get the dichotomy.)

But the experience. That’s worth being 47. I may not always trust my gut (mistake), but when I do, good things happen.

So I reconnected with a friend today. She and I hit it off amazingly. It was always there, I think. But it was never the right time,, right place.

Today it was.

And the first rule we settled on: no matter what happens, we remain friends. Good rule. No pressure either.

Best part? We’re both old school.