I'm looking 10 years older than my years.
I'm feeling 10 years younger than my years.
My hair is too short.
My face looks like a relief map.
I talk too much
I ponder too much.
I spend way too much time on FB.
I spend too much time with my laptop on my lap.
I spend too little time with people.
I stay home too much.
I always have something that needs to be done.
I always have a list to work from.
I have grown children with their own families.
I have outstandingly wonderful grand children.
I have a sister whom I love a ton.
I have a brother and I kinda love him, too! :)
I have a momma, the best one ever.
I have a Bichon Frise girl furbaby who is 10 years old.
I have a Rat Terrier boy furbaby who is 11 years old.
I have a roomy who has a life of his own.
I have a life of my own.
We have some left over life together.
He's cute. He's a keeper.
I have 2 ebooks for sale.
I have 3 audio books for sale.
I have 1 book currently under re-write.
I don't spend nearly enough time on that.
This is a list of 'stuff' about me and yet, at the end of the day, it's just stuff.
I have a lot of faults, a lot of shortcomings and few really good things on that list and yet, at the end of the day, it's just a list.
At the end of any day, what matters is what I did with that day.
Did I make a difference for anyone? Anyone?
Did I bring a smile to anyone? At all?
Did anyone leak from their eyes because I touched them? One tear?
Did I hug someone? I bet I did.
At the end of any day, what matters to me is that I mattered to someone.