Different.
Walking through this half a century life has been rough. Rough in that I am beginning to look back at my 20s, 30s and 40s with regrets and disappointments. Today I said aloud, “why was I given those parents?” If I had a different set of parents and a different childhood, would my life path be different? Today, I am grateful and sad at the same time. There is much that is right and well in my world. And there are a few things that I desperately wish were different. Desperately. If only I had made different decisions. Maybe the word for the day is different.















