Challenges…obstacles…and petite Syrah…(shit what have I got myself into?)
I used to look at obstacles as awful. The worst. I am weak. I cannot do it. I’m not strong enough. The voice in my head…I’m too old. I hurt to much. I changed jobs for an easier life. What are they trying to do kill me? When a wrench is thrown I usually run away. I usually get depressed. I pick out all the things I tell myself I cannot do. Yes, doubt is still their. Fear evident. This was the…
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