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  • Writer: Jenny Moran
    Jenny Moran
  • Jul 3, 2019
  • 1 min read

Before you start to figure out what you do around a dying person, condolences, an awkward hug, .... I'm not actually leaving this mortal coil just yet...as far as I am aware. No, the reason I have called this a year to save my life is that, I have not really been living my life and it is in jeopardy of passing without ever having got off the ground. As they say, life is a gift. A gift that should be recieved with love and excitement, that should take pride of place on the mantlepiece and dusted and polished regularly to keep its shine. An interesting conversation piece when friends come over to visit. A gift that should be cherished like an old airloom from your very favourite great grand person. A gift that has the risk of being clumsily knocked to the floor on occasion or handled too carelessly suffering a few dents and chips along the way. My life unfortunately, I have not treated as such; I haven't cherished it nor have I smashed it to pieces. My life is like a present I was handed one day that I wasn't sure what to do with. With a forced smile I have taken it in one hand and shoved it to the back of a cupboard to collect dust, figuring I will deal with it later. On occasion I will take it out of hiding for a while and give it some attention, try to find a purpose for it but then become distracted and back it goes to the cupboard.


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