She's musing about trees again
I'm so grateful to be going through treatment at this time of year. The trees and I look the same. Familiar, but different. Shedding old seasons, quiet, hibernating, but very, very much surviving. Except for darling sharkoma, who has been greedily slurping its chemo and then complaining why it feels dead inside. Bottoms up, y'all! Happy New Year! If you were to ask me if I'm superstitious, there would be a long pause before a 50:50 shot at answering yes or no. (I'm also a libra, so tralala) Sometimes it's just a little thing that can make the difference in happiness, confidence, whatever. Keeping things the same for the sake of familiarity is sometimes all ya got. I hesitate sometimes to write an update because things change--and have changed SO many times--that I feel like I'm just telling you about the same rollercoaster ride that I keep taking turns on except maybe its painted a different color. Alas, that's just the truth of how this goes... He