When I’m feeling exhaustipated (my new favourite word) – the horrors that step through my thinking door!
Timid eyes touched by sadness, enforced by determination, brimming with a quiet strength. Silver grey hair shimmering in the dimpled light.
But when she came to me with tearful puppy dog eyes – how could I turn her down? I would’ve been a bad mom, don’t you think?
At night I lay in a heap, mind turning. Trying to find justifications to cancel the next day.
Moments when things felt hard and unfair, resulting in my submergence into ‘pity party favours’
A Siberia state of mind just seems a dismal place to live.
If we think we can change or mould someone into what we require, we are completely misguided.
with tears flowing and shock taking hold of my shaking knees, fear enveloped me and the lizard on my shoulder said ‘RUN Quickly, no one saw’.
As it draws the end of another year, I’m in awe at the fact that I’m getting closer to the half century mark.