i am 39 and holding.
holding? holding what?
.
.. well ... everything.
and then ... slowly, i begin realizing that i cannot hold onto everything forever. children exist for a purpose beyond the realm of their parents. and, sometimes, marriages dissolve.
i will turn 40 this year. how did i get here, so soon? and ... did i ever imagine myself, at 40, prowling the dating scene? i gasp, then sigh, as i limp back to my own forgotten base like a damaged warplane.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
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