Another year older, and not feeling so bolder.
Today is my 51st birthday. My body just isn't in such great shape, but as always, my Spirit is doing well. Even so, there is a part of me that's ready to put aside all my stories and just to read for the rest of my days.
I know, I'm considered young, yet, but I honestly never thought to get to this age, and it tires me now. Whatever do I do with myself, is my biggest question. Considering I've not done much in the past, I doubt tomorrow I'll be doing jumping jacks.