Moving Through Life… with a jazz feel

In the beginning…

Finally I can take my own poop

Everyone loves that I’m so sweet

Everyone hates that I learned NO

Sex is power

Hotter sex is even more power

Have to choose a direction

Love / Hate my job

The marriage ceremony

I need something that looks like me… how about kids?

I need to control my legacy through my kids

Kids have gone, now what?

Where are my feet? Oh they’re under my big stomach

Prescription drugs… what side effects?

What does this all mean?

Is this it?