I Love You.
We have never celebrated the birth of a new year. There are no hours of labor pains, no surgery, no magic that brings forth 2024. Today, I am older, and I am made of all my yesterdays.
Living things die, whether or not I’m ready to let them go.
I create(d) my life by the choices I make, and some choices are not mine to make.
I do not make resolutions. Day by day I change as life requires. It is like breathing. Sometimes I realize I’m holding my breath. Life must expand and contract. I must pay attention to my breathing.
ART: “Along the Way” 2017
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