It's not that I'm feeling sorry for myself exactly,
it's only that I'm thinking about things . . . A year
and a half ago, my docs suspended my driving
privileges due to heart health issues, or lack there
of, if you prefer. Said mandate has vastly affected
my life and/or life style, if you will. I can't meet a
friend at a coffee shop. I'm not allowed to drive
myself to a girls night out. I won't find myself in
a local shopping mall looking for x-mas pressies.
I've simply had to adjust if I wished to have any
kind of life at all. My man has been phenomenal,
taking me places, honoring my whims . . . but,
still . . . sooooo, so on over, bring a bottle of wine
if you like, I'll cook and we can chat by the fire . . .
thinking about things
missing me missing the life
a sorrow within
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