I rarely focus on the fact that I am getting older, until I am reminded that I am. Clothing stores do a pretty good job of keeping me grounded in the aging game.
Medication? I had never considered that before. My husband died – of course I was sad. That didn’t mean I was “depressed”. I was always a glass-half-full, easy-going kind of girl. I was not someone who took meds.
What Pinktober doesn’t tell you is that cancer is a part of your life-even when you’re done.
When my husband passed away eight years ago, household repairs were on my very long list of things to worry about. Granted, he couldn’t actually fix things, but he was the one responsible for getting it done in some way.
Facebook may not be perfect, but it does have a place in our lives and society.
My first order of forgiveness is to myself, for being so hard on myself. For falling short of the perfect body. For having negative thoughts. For tripping over my splintered soul.
Experts all say after losing a spouse or mate don’t make any big changes the first few years. The same goes for making changes to your home
Why do we dwell? If things have happened in the past, leave it there. If we want something different for our future, change it right? That’s easier said than done.
I’m taking it waaaaayyyyy back. The early eighties – disco may have been dead but dance music was very much alive. How many of these do you remember? Did I leave out your favorite?
I didn’t think I was that special. I have nothing particular to envy and this young lady had thought enough of me to consider me her spirit animal. It completely blew my mind.