Thursday is the day I was born, eons ago in a galaxy far, far away.
Not really eons ago and not really in a galaxy far, far away.
I admit that sometimes I feel a bit lost and forgotten.
This is not the world in which I thought I would grown old, far from family, wearing a mask, not able to make plans, just hanging out, waiting to see what happens next.
Everyday I force myself to be positive, to not lose hope, to put one foot in front of the other.
I have to believe that all will work out, that all will be better.
Everyday is a fresh start.