Prayer for the Living by Finijo
Perhaps it is the combination of the New Year passing and David's death, but I am thinking more and more that I am on borrowed time. Grandma's life tells me that there is no way of knowing when your life will ebb away, but the Magic 8 Ball in my head keeps coming up "outlook not so good," when I think about the time I have left in this life to accomplish the things I want to do. It's not exactly depressing, but I am re-evaluating what is important to me right now, and that isn't always as easy as it sounds.
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