The quality of my life is based on the quality of my choices. This I know. I think I've gotten to the point in my life where I'm as aware of this as possible without applying it completely to my life. It's frustrating. The old me is scared to die. She's afraid to be replaced. She thinks she still has some years to be. She's like the house guest from hell. I think I need to file for an eviction and call the sheriff.
I'm Ellen Gee. When I'm honest, we learn things. When I'm not, we learn things too.
Capturing the Past