I died spiritually and almost physically for a while. I mean this in the sense that I didn’t want to do anything. Being home alone was all I wanted. Watch TV, hang out with my dogs. That was it. Then suddenly I realized I wasn’t building memories anymore. I was seriously dying alone even if alive. Work, home, bed, dogs. Nothing more, nothing less. I stated in my last post that I had a great day. I even had a great idea that my sisters appreciated!! I felt alive again and realized even at 51, new memories, the good ones, can be built up again. So I will continue to find neat adventures. Afterall, at work they call me Dora because I carry my knapsack on my back everywhere I go. Doesn’t matter how old you are. You can always be a Dora. 🙂 And at the end of the day, a rainbow without rain is intriguing. Another awesome memory. I may not have seen my meteor shower, but I saw something just as wonderful.