I love older people. They have the best stories.
I wanna get to that age where, when I reminisce about some of the things I used to do, I leave young people in awe. "Dang, you used to do that?"
But it means, once again, gotta take of myself. Doctor's office again. Sigh...
But I'm happy that I did. May have averted a problem before it became one. I am doing what is necessary to prevent it from going any further, thereby avoiding the "terminal" diagnosis.
All in an effort to make it to 100. (Yes, I plan on being here for a century.)
Gotta make more changes.
But it's part of the seasoning process....so Imma marinate over here and do this for me and my 3 babies (1 niece, 2 nephews).
So I can tell them stories of survival, of peace, of hardwork, of happiness and joy, hard times and tears, but most of all: how I LIVED.
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