I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell

 What a year 2025 has been, amirite!?

I am tired. Mentally, physically, spiritually. All the -ly things. It seems to be a weird time of my life. Full of change, full of activities, and it's going full speed. Abe is graduating, Sam is about to drive, and I dream about retiring every other day, but live with the reality that I have probably 45 years left to work. Maybe I'm having an existential or a mid-life crisis? 

A few weeks ago I was at Target, as I do, to pick up some things. Nothing extraordinary about that day, my mood, the weather. As I pulled up, I noticed a middle-aged woman (which could be anywhere from 35-59 honestly), sitting in her SUV, windows down, listening to music, smoking a cig. I didn't think much about it, except that she looked like she was enjoying her day, and went about my business. 

About 30 or so minutes when I came back, she was in the same spot, smoking a cig, blasting a song and singing a long passionately to Rob Thomas, "I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell." 

And you know, SAME Target Lady. SAME. At that point I wondered if she just came to Target to hang out, maybe get away from her family, her job. Maybe it's her secret smoking place. Who knows. 

In an case, I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell, and I think this too shall pass. You know, Oprah said that when she turned 50, she felt the best she ever had. I mean, that's something to look forward to, right? 

I wish I had something more poetic to say about this, but I haven't really had time to process all the things that are happening. I am afraid it is going to hit me all at once, and I am going to have a big ugly cry at an inopportune time. 

Also, I am waiting for my "Gemini Szn" portal to open or whatever the star girlies to say, because right now it has been shit for me, and it's supposed to be my time. Whatever planets are aligning are not doing me any good, but I guess I have until June 20th so TBD.

That's all I got for now. ✌🌠