Getting Older

There comes point when you realize it's time to grow up and let go of things that don't fit anymore. In the case of our comic strip, it was a nickname. For me it is people. It's hard to accept that some people are just not meant to be part of your life forever. I have friends who remind me of times that I am not ready to let go of, my youth, the last days of my childhood. As long as I keep associating with them, I will never need to grow up all the way. But staying stuck in the past -either by my own actions or by association- will only keep me from all the wonderful things waiting for me.

Just some thoughts. I'm getting old. Get Fuzzy.