Please tell me I’m not the only one who still says that to myself.
I assumed by this time in life I would achieve some serenity and settle into a sort of ….wise woman place.
I guess in a way I have. I’ve wised up enough to know I might never wise up.
Serenity anytime soon is an illusion so elusive it’s invisible. There are too many things I still want/plan/need to do. Every day I feel as if the list is getting longer; I’m not gaining ground, I’m losing it.
I always felt like this. At least that’s what I tell myself.
Only lately I think it’s getting worse and I’m spinning my wheels faster and faster until I’m feeling completely out of control and the scary part is that sometimes I think TIME IS RUNNING OUT.
The other day I took a deep breath—and I told myself I’m imagining this.
I felt much better.
Until Alli called….to suggest we start work on a project we’re planning, so we can finish BEFORE I GET ALZHEIMER’S.
I told myself she was kidding. I’m wise enough to know she wasn’t.
When time feels like it’s running out, it’s time to add to that F**k-it List.