Saturday, May 25, 2013
Only So Much Imagination
My husband and I just had our 29th anniversary and our hundredth battle over my own agoraphobic tendencies. I love that guy and his patience with me, but his patience tends to evaporate just when wqe are most overwhelmed and my courage is at its lowest, of course.
Yeah, I know, It is not called the sandwich generation without cause. I just wish my sandwich had less jam right now.
I smile, and laugh and say, "I'd be honored."
and realize once again, that everything that exhausts me, also recharges me in a wonderful cycle.
Life IS Good.