It's been a year + a half since CoVid ravaged the World, and we're still backbiting and whining and fussing for nothing more than our egos and misery.
It's sad & scary simultaneously.
And I've been told I'll be judged so I can't go to my grave with my regrets. I've lived in them the last 20 years this coming Spring. 20 year - one vast emptiness of personal aching.
So I gotta leap. Change. Don't worry it's too late. I'm too old to be fearful of someone's ire or ridicule.
It's gotta get better.
Blessings.
~ j ~
