Why?

 Why does that little voice in my head hate me so much?  I am tired of her squating in my mental space.  Making me feel badly.  Everyday I do my best to be my best, to love my best. No voice should have such power.  I am 60, too old for little voices.  

The Morning Drive In

 Christmas lights are being replaced by dawn.  Spring is coming.  

What is it about work?

 It’s the adrenaline.  It’s the community. It’s celebrating the successes. And problem solving.