The older I get the more difficult life becomes for me. The loss of my youthful naiveté, the Teflon that provides is now gone with age, trauma and experience. Another reason... More dissatisfaction with the results of my life to this point? Fear of illness as I age is another...
That was how I felt yesterday morning. Then I read this article and it lifted me up....Feminists We Love
I identified with much of what she talked about. My father taught me to trust the story, above all else. And I feel most comfortable in a room where most of the people do not resemble each other. I hustled for most of my life....and I am always the loudest laugh in the room. These are all good things. Amazing how reading can lift you up. Words on a page created by someone else that can give you a sense of self on a day when it was lost.
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