A little from my Blog, again

I am steadily working, as best as I am able, to move stroke away from the centre of my being.
I feel it would be nice to put it on a shelf over there and get on with the more important, interesting, amusing, beautiful things that life has to offer.

Inside my head,
something said,
“Who cares? Don’t cry!”
“We will get by.”
“We’ve not had enough.
We can still do stuff.”

I’ll write me a clever ode
as I sit on my commode.

Laugh at the rain,
smile at my brain.
Always say “Hi”
never ask why.
Are you still here ? ?
“Of course, my dear.”
Always near,
never fear.

. . . just makin’ lemonade from these lemons . . .

keep on keepin’ on
:writing_hand: :grin: :+1:

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I love a little homemade lemonade :slight_smile:

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As the saying goes when life gives you lemons make lemonade.

It would be great to get to a point where our strokes were something that happened to us but don’t define us. I hope I am moving towards that point a little more each day. Although everytime I get out my chair I have a little reminder :grin::grin:

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