I've been dithering, but I meant to write and confess some recent thoughts:
I'm old.
Am I too old? Am I beginning to look middle aged? I'm not worried about that, really. Most days I feel comfortable in my own skin, attractive. But...I've been seeing myself through younger eyes, and I might be a little fusty. Etiolated. What do I have to show for my years? Not money. Not a lot of interpersonal prowess, even. Or confidence traveling, apparently. Alas, when I begin to listen to the accusers, it never ends.
I guess I just want meaning. Love and action. And that's not wrong. It's very humiliating to be a weak human with a divided heart. Please breathe on it and form it whole. Knead it thoroughly.
I'm old.
Am I too old? Am I beginning to look middle aged? I'm not worried about that, really. Most days I feel comfortable in my own skin, attractive. But...I've been seeing myself through younger eyes, and I might be a little fusty. Etiolated. What do I have to show for my years? Not money. Not a lot of interpersonal prowess, even. Or confidence traveling, apparently. Alas, when I begin to listen to the accusers, it never ends.
I guess I just want meaning. Love and action. And that's not wrong. It's very humiliating to be a weak human with a divided heart. Please breathe on it and form it whole. Knead it thoroughly.
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