I need you today. More than ever.
I know it’s all good now… better than before, better than yesterday… still there are those odd days when I wonder why I’m here and what I’m doing.
Calvin(&Hobbess)’s dad would say that “…it builds character”
Then, I must really lack character… there seems to be so much ‘building’ be done on me, and so much more that seems to be undone.
It gets tiring… and it gets old after a while.
When does it get easier, I wonder?