I am a soft person, but I feel a need to attack my goals. 2023. Dare I say, “May the attack be with you?”
I had not been sick like this…I haven’t had a day like this since 1978. Or was it 1987?
No multi-tasking except for moments when I fried bacon while reading a presidential autobiography.
Give yourself all those wild holiday preparations….
I looked to the horizon, with no shoreline in sight. The lake was big enough…
In the midst of the troublesome world and a whole negative list of my own, at fifty-seven I am romanticizing my own corner of the world. As I awaken, I realize I have created a storybook life. Throughout all the ups and downs, here was my life.
It felt good to be happy, even as I felt the memories of the last time I had even proposed to formally create it.