Life gets busy. I could think of all those lists that drive me wild. The ones that induce headaches and heart breaks…

Or I could close my eyes and remember whom I trust… and like driving with half your self standing strong and dangling arms out that moon roof with that music turned right up, I can keep my head up and let my hair down. And I can choose to recall I am blessed much, much more than I’ve felt the curse. And it’s all a matter of the mind. All a matter of my focus.

Friend; let your hair down would ya?

 

Dee