I read something today and it went like this:
In 20 years you will wish you were this age, this degree of health, wealth and everything that goes with a younger self.
This is interesting. As a woman “of a certain age,” I still feel 16 years old sometimes.
I haven’t figured “it” out yet. I get distracted, depressed, obsessed, lonely and feel alone. I deal with chronic pain daily. And yet, the funny thing is, have I learned a thing? Maybe not.
I’ve had two children, umpteen years of marriage, several home businesses, and still I don’t know what I want to be “when I grow up.”
If I keep going, another 20 years will fly by.
I know because it just does.
Weird how life is.
CC xo
