Kestril's Rhythms and Groove: Becoming: Amid the soup of my innards, I am searching for hints of what I may yet be. Nothing is familiar in these runny remains of a life that no lon...
Nothing is familiar
in these runny remains
of a life that no longer exists.
I resonate with this. For most of my adult life, I was my work. Then my health started to decline and eventually I got fired. I found other work, but eventually, my physical abilities declined too much.
Just as I was starting to get used to me, more crap gets thrown my way to make me ashamed of what I am again.
I am very, very sorry to read this.ReplyDelete
Thanks. Same old story, really. Rinse and repeat.Delete