What brings me to this point of having to rid myself of the flames and burnouts of life? Painting and furnishing one room in my house while trying to be a good little girl. Not working too well, I am afraid.
That was a run around of the deeper lying causes.
What is really bugging me is injustice on all levels. But closer to home I find myself wondering how well I will deal with being senile and alone and regretful of things I should have done and those I shouldn't.
But an optimist at heart, I feel certain I can deal with it but not sure how much joy each day will bring.
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