Her Time

In this season of my life, I thought my journey would be as the Commodores sang it - easy like Sunday morning. I saw myself writing books with an occasional glass of wine, meeting my sisters for brunch, and planning weekend excursions to places where no one knew my name. My reality is not far from my desired life. Wine? I whine every day to whoever will listen. My weekend excursions are in my bed getting R&R (rest and recovery) because I'm too damn tired to do anything else. Writing? I get it in when I can. How did I get here?

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