Wondering
This afternoon, I was doing yard work, and while glancing at the sky, some birds caught my attention, they were chirping on the power lines. Thinking to myself, of all places, you're here. In my back yard. Why? You have wings and could go anywhere? And yet you're here. Then right as those words came off of my lips, I scoffed. Wings! If only there were these metal objects that can either drive or fly me anywhere I would like to go. Thinking to myself, Cindi, would you want to be somewhere else? As I began to daydream about being on a yacht in the Medatraiean or biking on the coast of the outer banks. Huffing to myself, keep dreaming and got right back to doing yard work. When I grow old, I want to have never-ending great memorable stories to tell my grandkids and even the other residents in the nursing home. Why not? What is stopping me from going to these places you only see in advertisements, on tv or as prizes on game shows. Do I have to follow the same direction a...