I thought by now, I’d be at the point of my life where there’s be a kind of ‘grizzled wisdom’ that comes with age.
I’m still mucking up. Making mistakes. Learning from them.
Gotta say, little angry about that.
Living life and being engaged with it, I suppose means a constant exposure to questions and situations all of which come with the potential of error and misjudgement and just plain fark ups.
Sometimes I want to just stop and yell at the sky – NO MORE GROWTH OKAY, I’M GOOD, I’M DONE.
But the sky would just look down with benign silence and life would move on and I’d step in a puddle on the way home.
I thought the train had arrived at the station.
But it hasn’t.
The journey continues.
I’m wiser but, ouch, the bruise is still pretty colourful.