The word I chose for this year is Healing. I should have chosen wealth, or prosperity or something I am beginning to think.
Can I say that my life pretty much stinks right now. Just when I think it can't get worse, it does. I really don't know how much more I can take. I want to say that I am done, I give up and then go to bed and stay there for years.
But, you know, I won't because even when I am saying "I can't do this" I will just keep putting one foot in front of the other as I climb my mountains.
But can't I just be at the top and headed down the other side already? Because, truthfully? I can't do this anymore.