Boy, do I feel loved! I have 154 more comments to look at on Facebook for my birthday. That doesn’t count all the Twitter, LinkedIn, and Instagram well wishes. Yesterday was the big 59. My last year in my 50s. Wow. Where has time gone?
I just finished writing a short story (less than 500 words) inspired by a writing prompt of a yellow rose on an old piano. I bawled all the way through it because I knew how it would end. And sure enough, it did. Sometimes, we write stories; sometimes we only record them. And that my friend is my lesson from life. I am not always in charge of how the story ends.
Blessings to you and yours