I’m pretty much still an emotional mess.

Years ago, throughout my career in management, I was told, I always carried myself with confidence and a smile on my face. I could sit at a table at a conference, and people would come to me. I wasn’t overly overt, more quiet and reserved, but yes, maybe they felt I was lonely, so they came to my table, sat with me and we chatted. But , honestly, those corporate gigs weren’t my thing. I would have rather been home and still hoped to be that next level of management. 

I’m still putting on my big girl britches, trying my hardest to do everything I need to do around the house, including Steve’s jobs. I try not to be needy, and  maybe because I still exude that confidence that I’ve had from years ago, that attitude that I’ve got this or I can do this, …..

I just would absolutely love and cry if someone helped me out unexpectedly! 

I had a tree go down before I left two weeks ago due to a storm. Told a few neighbors, who have been close friends of ours for years, here’s what I have to look forward to when I come back! 

The dead tree is still there… there is no tree fairy… no kind soul who feels like they should help me out. I’m not looking for pity … but I’m 63…. I’m looking for help without always shelling out big bucks for 30 minutes of work!

But … then… again… I take the high road … I’m not their concern… they don’t owe me anything… and I know their lives are busy…

Deep down inside… I know I still got this… it would just be nice… deep down inside… ☮️❤️