tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35075077419106422342024-02-20T16:48:29.915-08:00Riverdale (notes from the heart)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10446251442685626225noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507507741910642234.post-40467924837273030142011-11-30T21:06:00.000-08:002011-11-30T21:06:14.837-08:00<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I look at my life now. 46 years old, four young children, a wife that is nearly 13 years younger than I. And here I sit, late at night, knowing that if I am to continue my life to the level required to best serve this blessing of family that I have been given, I have to make some changes.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I am overweight to the tune of at least 70 pounds, and am horribly out of shape. I found some gray in my beard this morning, and that compounded with the fact that a friend who had similar health conditions was found dead a few days ago, has left me knowing that the road I am travelling is not the road I need to trod.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I have a pretty good job that brings a modest income into the house, but I am not happy with it. I am thankful for it, but being thankful cannot be fully embraced without a modicum of joy.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia;">So...I will write my way into a better situation. I make myself accountable through this blog to improve myself in any way possible to insure that I will be around, and happy when my Grandbabies come to call.</span></strong>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10446251442685626225noreply@blogger.com1