Keep Truckin'

It seems impossible to reach like old age to the young. Steps are never big enough, rarely satisfying. And because I live in Texas, the cliche "I think I can" becomes "keep truckin'." This annoys me and makes me laugh.

The days I fantasize about quitting haunt me on days like this one. On my desk, ceramic stockings filled with candy, candles, cards, and candy canes wish me "happy holidays," and hugs squeeze me, a reminder there are fifteen-year-olds that miss me.