I'm past 60 where life seems a little quieter, more patient, less demanding, less contentious. Folks long gone are more remembered; childhood is more missed, youth is forgiven. With the grey hair, that I'm still vain enough to dye, has come the understanding that life isn't forever and if I have something left to do, I better get with it.
5 comments:
That's a great photo though!!
Everyone definitely has them. Sorry to hear it though.
*hugs*
oh no! what happened? I guess at least its over!
The photo was exactly how I felt.
We all have 'em. Sorry you were experiencing it. Sunny skies to come.
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