Another year has passed…

I find as I get older, the less damn I give.  Tides change, man as well.  I want less, and do more.  It’s a never ending cycle of betterment.  I feel time slip between my fingers.  I feel disappointment daily.  I want more for my son and husband. I can never give or do enough.  Granted, I still do not feel old. Is that coming, or will I ever? My face ages, my spirit does not.

Irony, I love and I loathe you.