I need more practice to find my groove. I have been fighting a great battle. I don’t want to surrender…I want to move on. The old me was, well…getting old.
Too bad the older I get, the more I am sure I don’t know and don’t understand…much of anything.
This cartoon feels like my “healthcare” now. They are all trying to make as much money off me as possible, without really treating anything.
Don’t get me started!
Yup. My brain doesn’t work as well, but I am still the young Wendy inside this old, wrecked body. How did this happen?
I guess I have always been alive. What’s comfort???
Yup! I’ve been trying to do that!
I need all the help I can get.
See you there…..