on the eve of turning 33

On the eve of turning 33, there are no words. In hindsight I relish the thought of turning 30, as opposed to 33. On the eve of turning 33, I feel like I did too much but accomplished very little, that I set goals that I did not meet but met goals I did not set. On the eve of turning 33 I am not surprised not even a little bit that I am still by myself, without a friend, a pal, a male friend, an acquaintance and the rest of the other worldly people that are in no way related to me. On this great eve, I can't do anything but pray that goals far and wide get conquered this approaching year and that the inevitable career goal is reached, and even though there are no leads from the UN, I can only pray that those leads will come.
I'll let you know how it turns out.

Happy Birthday to me and only me from me.