I am trying to catch my breath. It's going so fast my tight grip on the chair lift is draining the blood from my fingers. I don't know how it feels anymore, except constantly going back in my memory trying to savor what was.
Change is a good thing but it also does something for the heart. Especially for an old purple heart like mine. The nostalgic feeling of a new season and leaving some ornaments and old clothes behind. Those things that carry so much meaning and memories. Makes me want to run back and give them a proper hug and burial.
If I were 80, I'd probably be an antique collector.
So, something is still eating away at my gut. I don't know what it is. Perhaps this real inane fear that I may stumble and fall. That I may not live up to the expectations of this guy who is dating the most eligible bachelorette of her prime. Expectations kill, so they say.
Give me this day what I need. Just enough, not under, not too much. That I may serve, love and protect. Like the spartans.
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