Hope it was a good kind of tired, though… Take care of yourself, some day you’ll be glad you did. As depressed as I’d ever become over a sad divorce, loss of my family land, and fear of raising my daughters alone - I never missed flossing my teeth… That, was my ‘message to myself.’

Now.. ..it’s always there, if fading, somewhat ..and though amazingly easy to tear up over.. life is good. Sitting on my little porch on the most beautiful morning this year, birds, butterflies, cut grass, clear sky, fresh air, no humidity … children grown, former wife existing elsewhere ..and a new kingdom of sorts to learn, love, and explore.. Oh, and a motorcycle to do it.

Plow ahead, it’s worth it ~