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Rehashing Old Conversations

You are a terrific slug, a sloth, unhurried, unmoved. I cannot sit around here any longer, so I am gone. I have dancing, skating, sledding, and living to do. You want me to become a couch sitter, but it is not to be. I have so much living to do, I cannot be pulled down into this mire. If you want me to help you shake out cobwebs of apathy, If you want me to inspire you to bungee jump or climb a mountain Call me. I have left my number on this calling card. But do not call me to gripe and moan, or rehash old conversations. Do not pretend you are going to go to a concert or a play, But then cancel too late for me to find anyone else. I love you, but I am pulling my sandals out of this quicksand So I can run toward my destiny and live an enthusiastic life.

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Bill Baker

Date: 9/6/2022 2:41:00 PM

Great advise, Caren. They call it a period of mourning, it's not suppose to last forever. If you want to rehash old news, let me know what you're doing to correct what you think is wrong. Nice write, my friend. Bill

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/8/2022 2:37:00 AM

Thank you Bill. I know two people who perpetually have this "poor me" attitude. All they need to do is get off the couch and go help a friend.

L Milton Hankins

Date: 9/5/2022 9:51:00 AM

Amen! Amen! May I always have the courage and fortitude to move on when someone tries to pull me down. Thank you for this poem, Caren.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/6/2022 3:08:00 AM

Thank you Hank. It is how I felt after a conversation with a poor-me-person who cannot get out of their rut.