New Year, New Week

I've begun a new year in my life. Yesterday was my birthday. My sweetheart and The Girl gave me a princess cake complete with septre and tiara. I've always said I was a princess (as per my Daddy) and it's followed me all my life.

I'm not sure how I feel about growing older. Of course, as they say, the alternative isn't that pleasant. Then again, sometimes I wish I could go ahead and finish this life.

I'm tired. I'm tired of being sick; tired of being in pain; tired of being a burden; tired of not being able to do anything; tired of being poor; tired of having a messy house and not feeling like cleaning.

I'm always tired. I'd sleep all day and all night if I could get away with it. I wish I could feel energetic, but I'd rather just sleep. Physically, that is. Mentally, I'd love to do stuff. I see things I'd like to do, places I'd like to go, projects I'd like to work on. But I'm always tired. I don't have the energy to do anything.

But today, I'm going to try to feel better. I'm going to make a concious effort to get some sunshine and feel better. It'll be tough 'cause right now I want to nap, but I'm going to at least try. It's not fair to the dogs that I keep them in with me all the time. They need to run and play.

I'm thakful for having lived another year, birthday cake, scented candles and snuggly pups.