I thought by this age I’d be tossing Bon Bons in my mouth by a pool. Not so.
I’m still working — no mega million jackpots in hand. I’m still putting out fires. I’m still wondering how it would be to live like the other half lives — in the movies, that is. I’m still liking ice cream bars better than broccoli. I’d still rather sleep in than have a spotless house.
Isn’t it weird that this mood has struck in the month of thanksgiving?
But in all this routine and mundane existence, I have learned that it can all change in the blink of an eye. Tomorrow just might be the day brings that unexpected guffaw. That’s what keeps us going.
I hope this is your day!
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That’s called HOPE! and we have seen what happens to those without it! HOPE ON!
Quit complaining. Try to imagine being a single mother of four working in some lousy back office of some lousy freight company whose name you can’t be sure you’re pronouncing correctly.. . . . and typing addtess label all night to make end meet.
Oh, yeah, I already did that one.