Doing alright.
Sitting here writing.
Staring out the window.
Watching the sun rise in the East.
A load of colored clothes is just about done in the washer.
Showered and washed hair last night.
Now that is excitement.
I tell you.

There once was a young gal.
Who had so much to do.
She lived for the future.
With many things to do.

Now this young gal.
Grew up.
She had to find joy.
Joy is everywhere.

Now this young gal.
Is climbing the hill to 60.
Not much can slow her down.
Still living in the moment.
Loving the joyness of it all.

Now this young gal.
Is wondering about what is to come.
To be continued down the road.

Now wasn't that interesting. The above just popped out of my head. Thinking good for me, I know there is still that young gal inside.