Some days I wish I could just lay in bed, curled up in white comforters, enjoying the sunshine pouring in. Wouldn’t it be nice to be a cat, with only a few things to worry about, like when you will be fed, and where did that juicy bug go last night. Sometimes I wish I could be six again, running through the grass, laughing, picking up a drool-drenched ball to throw for the dogs. When I take a tumble, I can just go running to Daddy for a hug.

Unfortunately those, days are gone. I have more then just one little worry in my head, to the point I wonder how long it’s going to take before it explodes. So many things to do, that it would be a waste of paper to write it all done. Decisions on what to let go, and what to keep. I wish I could make it all go away, but a part of me nags, ‘Where is the fun in that?’ Instead I’ll splurge myself in days where I can just curl up in a white comforter and enjoy listening to the million raindrops outside.

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