Isn't that what geriatrics say about events? You know, those events that are usually so stunning you are left, ears bleeding, lying in the aisle of your life and no one to help you to the emergency clinic??
I just had a "three". Shame, devastation, re-evaluation of all that has come before and all that may come after. Reeling with mental mortification and spiritual flagellation, I am spent. And, nothing but good ol' reliable, steady and measurable time will heal these wounds. I want to prove myself now. To be re-affirmed of my commitment to a better me... but patience must prevail. That commodity of which I am so distractingly short.
I hate waiting.
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1 comment:
No worries. You are great. Keep hangin' in there.
Todd
(Grrr...I hate it when Blogspot loses my username just because I haven't logged on in a week.)
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