I’m so glad we are WHERE we are, and that we are WHO we are. We are HERE.
Trees often remind me of this: we are special just because we exist. I am learning to appreciate where I am, when I’m here . . . wherever that is (kind of like the attitude this tree once had, if trees have attitude). I assume part of the cause for my contentment is being middle aged. I love middle age!
I still get antsy every once in a blue moon, though. I sometimes Continue reading