I think I'm getting grumpy in my old age. In August I'll be two DECADES old. And I can feel it. I'm less patient, I know what types of people I work with well and enjoy being around more. I used to be the girl that could get along with EVERYBODY. Have I lost that? I seem to be continually struggling with the eternal question of where the line is? Where do I draw between the things I need and the altruism I need to have in my heart for others? I don't want to be a grumpy gills; I've always prided myself on NOT being that. But why does it seem the older I get the more complicated things get? I get tired sometimes--I'm a good tipper, I let people come in front of me when I'm driving, I make eye contact and shake hands with people I meet. And it's not that I'm not blessed. I would never in a thousand years think that. I'm too blessed, even. I don't know why Heavenly Father bestows so much love on me, but I know He does. It's not that. It's the little things. I get tired of karma not working out on the little things. Wow, that sounds whiney. What am I saying--I HATE whiners. And I am SO being one. That's dumb. I AM ornery. It's not that the little things worked out more before, it's that I didn't need them to. Woahzers, Miss Sullivan, we have some attitude adjustments to make, don't we? I have five months to welcome the big 2-0 with a bang.(an optimistic one) I'm gonna do that.
All the things in this picture are purple. I like the color purple. In fact, the actual real, ya know, hue, and the book. Consider this my tribute to the color purple. The tone, not novel. And we'll throw in a tribute to Barney as well. I was always a fan growing up. Why not? And he's purple too. Theme. Done. Deal. Set. Stone. Match. Point. So on. So forth.
