Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
This may just be wrong on thirty-two different levels, but really, how fun is this?
They say interpretation is everything. ( A paranoid-leaning interpreter should be really nervous about now. "Who is this they?" )
I see the glass as half-full most of the time, as does the classic Ms. Poppins.
I'm wondering what's in "Moviemker" glass.