Last year I joined a support group of procrastinators. We haven’t met yet.
The biggest lie I tell myself is “I don’t need to write that down, I’ll remember it.”
I don’t have grey hair; I have “wisdom highlights”! I’m just very wise.
I decided to stop calling the bathroom the “John” and renamed it the “Jim”. I feel so much better saying I went to the Jim this morning.
Of course I talk to myself. Sometimes I need expert advice.
When I was a child I thought “nap time” was a punishment. Now, as a grownup, it feels like a small vacation.
If God wanted me to touch my toes, He would have put them on my knees.
I have more friends I should send this to, but right now I can’t remember their names.
Now I’m wondering: did I send this to you, or did you send it to me?
