I Wonder Where I'll Be In Ten Years
I'm finding grief a bit like a Demtel advertisement. You think you're done: "but wait - there's more!"
And then shame is added to grief: "why can't I let go?"
I feel so immature.
I used to have a picture in my head of what I hoped 10 years down the track could look like.
I wonder where I'll be in ten years...
And then shame is added to grief: "why can't I let go?"
I feel so immature.
I used to have a picture in my head of what I hoped 10 years down the track could look like.
I wonder where I'll be in ten years...