It’s not my fault I don’t always remember your name, though we’ve been friends for years.
It’s not my fault I sometimes do things that appear foolish.
It’s not my fault I forget plans we talked about yesterday.
It’s not my fault
but it sure feels like it sometimes.
That’s the chemo brain shame.
Expecting people to act the way you think they should will always be a disappointment; unless, of course, you are a director and those people are your actors.
Looked all day for my lost keys. Where did I find them? Where I left them last, of course.
Feeling good at my first yoga class since surgery.
If you don’t hear from me for a while, you’ll know I over did it.
Dryer is in use.
And I wonder how my clean clothes get fur on them?
Feeling a major epiphany coming. Not sure what it is. I’ll keep you posted.
Change the past by changing today,
today is history.