The year is almost at it's end. Of that, I am thankful. This year has been memorable but, mostly in ways I wish not to remember. The best thing has been my vacation to New Orleans. Yes, that was wonderful...exciting...and a break away from all that tries to burry me. I will always remember that trip. Believe me, I have enough pictures to keep everything fresh in my mind. It was breath-taking and just what I needed.
I wonder how many other people have suffered through this dreadful year. I know I am just one of many. In this I am reminded of the old adage: What doesn't kill us makes us stronger. I am strong. As for being stronger, maybe that is true. It doesn't feel like it has made me anything other than tired and cynicle. Even now, though, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. My feet are in a frenzy of slow motion runs as my hands are outreached toward the goal...nearly long enough to reach. Triumph will be mine--ours! This dream of a slow motion race...chase...is almost over. We will wake to a normal life...soon enough. Nothing lasts forever and this too shall pass!