This time last year, I thought it was the end of the line…not sure much more could possibly be going wrong, bad, lousy, hopeless…I can go on… all I seemed to be able to do right, was keep breathing….As it turned out, that was all I really needed to…Without really thinking that one little thing began other little things, getting dressed, creating, wanting etc…etc…. Those little things seem so hard in the beginning. But, it is those same little things, the little everyday things and places where life exists at its best. They are where the magic lives and grows! Sometimes the end of the line is nothing more than a change of direction!
"End of the Line" The Traveling Wilburys