Dear APOCALYPSE #21

Thanks for forcing me to be able to say "no", for forcing me to change my pace.

Oh, I still take care of elderly mom, disabled hubby, broken-hearted youngest daughter with 2 babies living with me.

But all of a sudden, I'm free.

Free from the pressures of working so hard to provide financially, and to show up for extended friends and family to the level I always have and always will.

Free to pick up my guitar, to sing.

Free to garden again.

Free to do the many projects around my own home that I couldn't justify because my income was so needed.

Thank you for the re-set, DEAR Apocalypse.

(written on March 22nd 2020)