Making Cracks

The first time she realised she was 'old' hit hard.

She immediately saw herself as a wreck, it was depressing and reminded her that she was fed up to the back teeth being alone too, she was one unhappy bunny.

She had so many regrets that were still festering away years on; she suspected they were reason for most of the cracks on her face.

With determination and some money the physical bit she could tackle... but the happiness issue was harder. It could be death by stress and boredom if she didn't sort herself out and she wasn't having that!

A bit of hindsight might answer why she became such a misery magnet.

Looking back did hurt, but some memories were pure joy.

Looking for contentment was hard work and what would she actually do with all that hindsight?

What do oldies do with their remaining years these days?