Why does the dog next door have to drop in my yard now that I don't have any dogs to pick up after?
Why can't I have a switch in my head to turn my brain off when I go to bed at night?
Why do I worry so much about growing old alone and just be happy with me?
Why does a hug feel so good no matter who is doing the hugging?
Why can't "HE" see the good in me and fall in love with me?
Tomorrow I will get up with a new attitude again . . . happiness = me!!!!
If I sit on my porch long enough I think the world passes by.
Why don't I just throw my heart out there . . at 53 I know if it gets broken it will heal . . just with a little scar tissue!
If my neighbors could see though the walls they would see that I spend lots of time dancing . . OK my version of dancing . . . .
Being in control of what I eat instead of my emotions controlling what I eat . . feels great!
I love my children, my granddaughter, my family, my friends, my life and my God . . . just in case it sounds like I am not grateful . . . . I am . . . I just think way to much . . .