I'm 36

I'm 36. My thyroid is swollen, it could be anything, it could be scary. I'm 36. My daughter fills my every day with smiles and fun. I'm 36. My family is skipping Christmas this year - again. I'm an adult, I have my own family, I'm still sad. I'm 36. My hair is now brown, with split-ends, and messy. I get dressed everyday, but never look well-dressed. I slog around the house in moccasins. I don't care. I'm 36. I have no real friends in the state, which is my biggest regret in my life at the moment, other than wanting Mom back in person, not just in my head. The closest thing I have to a confidante is my daughter - she's 1. The man in my life is stretched so thin. I'm 36. My biggest thrill lately is watching an item I listed get bids on ebay. The house always needs attention, and no matter how much I give it, it wins. What a thankless job! I'm 36. My greatest accomplishment has been bringing my little ray of sunshine into the world, and my greatest joy is watching her thrive. I'm 36, and am too tired to write more.....