I keep getting that sinking feeling that my life is over. I get the feeling I won’t have fun or that the rest of my life is going to be doom and gloom and that I have no power or control and that I’m helpless.
But every damn day proves me wrong.
Life is life, and like Yogi Berra said, “It ain’t over til it’s over”.
I mean I can’t be the only one feeling this way, right?