I am expecting a granddaughter in June. I have not seen my son or daughter in law in several weeks. Dark shadows of fear cloud my mind and imagination. This is natural I suppose, but these thoughts are stressful. I hope everything is ok.
The point is... life events are mostly outside of our control. The concept of control is mostly an illusion. We ride, but seldom drive.
I write and create posts out of habit with hope. My reality is uncertain. I suspect you are riding with me in the same boat.
Day after day we contribute. Day after day, the prices drop. None of us are in control. Our best hope is in stubborn determination. We will survive and thrive.
I choose to believe. I choose to hope. I choose to persist.
Here is today’s beauty.
