42 Again

For some reason the original post is screwed up. If you try to load it, it says it’s not found. So I reposted. Sowwie.

Yes, you guessed it, yours truly is 42 years old today. I’m finally 42, the meaning of life, everything.1

I don’t have a whole lot to rant about on it. I’m 42. Ok, next? It’s no secret I don’t make a big production over my birthdays. It’s just a marker on a day just like pretty much every other day. I’ve always been ok with aging. I like who I am and being in my ‘daddy’ phase suits me nicely. hehehe

Of course, my number chart says this is supposed to be a good year for me. Lord, I sure hope so. I need a good year.

I tend to procrastinate a lot about stuff I need to get done so I’m working on doing less of that this year. I’ve got lots planned for this year too. Besides, the teethes, I wanna finish pulling myself out of the financial mess I’m. That ball is already rolling. I’m gonna try to swing a cruise with two of my besties as well. I haven’t been on a real vacation in years and am way overdo. I need to get away from it all and just enjoy myself. Said cruise depends on the finances being in better shape of course. It isn’t till November so I have some time. And knowing I need to make a deadline will help keep me motivated, hopefully.

I’m also refocusing on taking better care of myself as a whole. The gym of course is a big part of that as well. I never had the habit of pampering myself growing up so it was something I had to teach myself as an adutl. I was just getting into it prior to the last LTR and I miss it. I haven’t done a whole lot just for me in such a long time, it feels almost selfish at times now. Being broke will do that to ya. lol

The biggest change is I wake up happy again. I’ve always prided myself on how I wake up every day basically happy and in good spirits. That went away for awhile and I missed it. I’ve noticed a revival and I can’t tell you how much I missed it. I feel like a spark has come back that went dim. Of course, having a 65lb bulldog that loves and depends on me doesn’t hurt none either. I’m never sure who gets the most joy out of us being together. He never fails to make me feel loved.

That’s about it. I’m looking forward to my 42nd year. I hope it’s a good one and I continue to grow and learn about myself.


10 thoughts on “42 Again”

  1. Happy birthday to you, Mr. Moby! A lot of the stuff you wrote I can relate to as well, especially on the procrastination and financial mess part. Setting some for of deadline always help and if you are a visual person, like me, having something to look at that represent the goal (even a simple spreadsheet) has been helping me tremendously. Hope you reach all your goals by the time you write another birthday post!

  2. Happy Birthday! I've never understood why gay men dread their forties – for those who relax and accept it, it's the best time of life I think!

  3. We are no the same age. 🙂 Since I have been "42" longer, you may call me "Daddy" or "Sir". You will now be referred to affectionately as "Squirt", "Boy", or "Pup". 😉

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