
Sometimes we look at our wrinkles, the cursed grey hairs and hate the hand of time. But for some, growing old is a dream that will never be fulfilled. Be grateful, love each day and smile.
Here is my first poem in a wee while.

Sometimes we look at our wrinkles, the cursed grey hairs and hate the hand of time. But for some, growing old is a dream that will never be fulfilled. Be grateful, love each day and smile.
Here is my first poem in a wee while.
Well, it has been a roller coaster month and things are not quite heading in the direction that I had hoped they would. But, hey, I am alive, above the ground and breathing, so I have to remain grateful.
Continue reading “Failing and finding new challenges”
My first impressions of this decade are of a hellish decline from top of my game to rock bottom. But.. with the help of my blog to remind me, there’s actually a ton of things I achieved in the last ten years, making this decade waaaaaay better than my memory was!