can old age be beautiful?
Another week is coming to an end, and once again, I am no nearer sorting my life out.
I am trying, but somehow, I get thwarted at every turn. The only thing I seem to be good at, is my daily physio, which is at least keeping me mobile.
I am usually able to come to terms with whatever life chucks at me, but being told that I am hopelessly broken and unfixable, was a tough thing to hear. I mean, what can you do with such a thing?
At first, I was determined to prove them wrong. I would fight to my back teeth to rise above their predictions. This is how I have lived my life. Telling me I cannot do something is likely to vanish in a puff of smoke when I set my mind to do it.
I don’t want to to believe that there is nothing I can do to change anything this time, and despite the futilty aspect, I can’t help thinking that I will get past this. Miracles do happen, even though I begin to doubt it on those bad days.
Coming to terms with this situation is taking some doing, but somehow, I just can’t just roll over and say ‘oh well’. Although there are days when I would dearly love to, I am still needed, so I can’t consider it.
At the moment, I am fixating on our website. There is a lot wrong with it, and somehow I have the feeling that if I can learn to fix it, everything else will get easier.
Does this sound like a plan, or am I kidding myself?
Have a glorious weekend folks,
all my love, Jaye 💕
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