Like we all feel,i'm Having a mournful moment.
I mourn 41 years not being a girl
I mourn hiding away in my head when I should be loving my wife and kids in the here and now.
I mourn how the above two positions are contradictory.
I wish I could be 18 again, those summers in Ibiza when magic seemed possible.
I wish I didn't have this big invisible wall holding me back from my mum.
I wish I was more grateful for the amazing blessings life has given me.
Ok..I feel better for my metaphorical weep.
Imagine if I was on hormones!