You know, life is a funny thing. Just when you think you know, you don't.
You work hard trying to "get it all together" and blam! you fall flat on the ground.
Sometimes, you just don't want to pick yourself up again.
Disappointment, condemnation and self-loathing rear their ugly heads.
Ha! When I was a teen, I thought life would be easy by now...
The joke is on me! God isn't finished with me yet, I guess.
As I look towards the next decade, I breathe in the present, this moment.
And, for this moment, I'll think of my youngest grand-daughter, Evelyn Ruth,
who joyfully runs into each moment with arms and hands wide open.
She runs with joy and laughter, often falling, but picking herself up to run again.
On this day, my natal day, spent slogging about in gloom,
I finally remember I can choose. I pick myself up again.
I choose arms and hands wide open...this moment.
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