The Postmodern Pilgrim
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Finally at 74, I’m happy with my life and ready to celebrate it.
For longer than I care to remember, I’ve seen my life as a failure. I was disappointed with what I’d accomplished, and longed for an event that would justify my existence. Recently I’ve found myself “praying” for the grace to accept and be happy with the life I have lived. And today, upon awakening from a long sleep, I realized that boon had been granted.
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Wednesday, June 04, 2008
There was a time I resented the fact that he wasn't there for me. And the few times that he was, he never hugged me or talked with me. He didn't know about such things. A poor excuse for a father, I told my therapist, and he agreed with me.
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