Dearest cherubs:
So, there are resolutions, and there are hopes and perhaps, even at my age, dreams.
Yes.
You know what I hate most about my life? Money. Money is always in the way. But I guess that's up to me. I guess I have to take care of business as they say. But what I want is enough money to stop the endless nagging worry that tears away at my bones every night. But I guess the question is, how much money is that?
Maybe I just have to stop the constant worry that I'm sure is shortening my life and just deal with things as they are. But I really have nobody to help me. And the truth is, I wouldn't want somebody to help me because the price is always too high. The price that you pay another person to be involved in your life, that price is very high. Perhaps, I can exchange the worry for not having to pay that price any more.
Perhaps that price is being paid as I speak. It's affordable. I am alone. The aloneness is good.
Happy New Year everybody.
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I like the premise of this tiny tale - money>worry>shall I find a relationship to help?>coming to terms with aloneness (or not). This is a huge and very common quandary/condition for many people our age. My two cents? You've identified the problem very well. Now it needs elaboration. Good luck in your writing. Catherine Nicol (Cathy N'Derry on fb)
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