Every morning for
twenty-three months I’ve awaken depressed and on edge. I try to psyche myself
into a good day; that’s who I am. Not
wanting to live really blows your day.
Tomorrow is my birthday; it’s
my annual take stock of my life day. It’s the day I say to myself, “Are you
happy?”
“What will make it better?”
No, he’s not coming back;
move on or die.
“Moving on, just what would
that look like?”
Little things in a day to
please myself, to help others, to give love because I have love, thanks to my Honey.
Been doing that for at least
a year, faithfully, but no respite; until recently, when I noticed that I was
playing with the dogs in the bed, as we woke up. This change reminds me of how
I awoke, when Kirt was alive.
Yi-pi-ki-yeah!
This could be a reason to
celebrate. I want to come back to my life. I like who I am.
Gratitude, to be grateful
describes how I feel for the lifetime my husband gave me.
Blessed to be at peace with
my God, and working on the harmony.
Happy Birthday to all those
who share 6/5!!!!
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