Ever feel like an old corner post on the fenceline of life? Half rotted off, half puled out, stapled into, barbs stuck in, pulled on different ways, and about done for.

Not yet!

every day

I feel like a 10 foot section of 2 and 7/8ths drove into the ground 5 feet.

I'm the water gap in that steep draw that washes out every time it rains.....

Me too.

I'm not important enough to be the corner post. Maybe the H-brace on the corner. Pressure from all sides and trying to keep everything straight......

Sometimes I feel like that old piece of barbed wire that's half buried in the ground, and you don't know it's there until you hang your foot in it, and fall and bust your azz.

Or maybe I'm just feeling foolish because I didn't see that piece of wire, and was the guy who fell and busted his azz.

Oh well, whatever.

Guess I'm getting like that stretch that's been spliced and patched enough you back up and take a good hard look to see if it's time to rip it out and start over....

I'm that old wooden post that's rotted off at ground level..... just hanging onto the wire by a staple or two.

Don’t feel that way at all.