some times a good read is all you need to lift you up…enjoy
Although difficult, for me, running against the wind is instinctive. I wanted to be the peaceful type full of hope and pink ponies and optimism; but ever since I can remember, I’ve taken rough back roads instead of flowing along with crowds down pristine super highways. I’m not a glass half empty woman any more than I’m a glass half full one. For me, there’s water in a glass that has plenty room for more.
As a child, I used to groan under my breath at family gatherings when the topic for discussion shifted to the elders’ perception of change. The word change, it seemed, was interchangeable with self-indulgence and destruction. “The younger generation is going to bring about the end of everything we’ve built and cast the world over the cliff into a hungry abyss that will swallow it whole.” Blah. Blah. Blah.
About this time I…
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