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January 31, 2014
It occurs to me as I push my son up the stairs that my situation is not unlike his; that I have not necessarily reached the end of my life but only an intersection and that I too have choices to make. I also may very well be too young to give up and accept the current state as future state, as perma-state. It seems that the weight I assumed had been very real limitations are only the same weights of fear and self-doubt that my young son is facing Both of us have some serious weight lifting to do.