I like telling people I love them. I say it to my family all the time, especially the ones that can still hear me but I also say it to the ones I can’t get a response from anymore.
I’ve always been good at telling people my opinion. Not always with the best delivery but I do share my thoughts.
I have so much more to tell my children.
I’ve been neglect in telling some of my followers thank you. For you have given me confidence and a smile.
I’d like to tell some people where to get off but I’m getting too old to waste time doing that.
I keep telling myself to use more tags on my post other than photography and life. But sometimes I’m not too good at listening.
I’ve thought about telling some people what I think might help make them better but they are the, talk to the hand type, so again I’ll pass.
The color starting on the trees is telling me I will soon be freezing my behind off.
I saw someone telling someone where to go on the road the other day but they weren’t giving him directions.
I keep telling myself that one day I’ll be retired. Yeah, I tell myself a lot of stuff that hasn’t come true.
How we live our lives is always telling in the long run.
I hope I get the chance of telling my employer that I’m retiring someday instead of them telling me they no longer need my services.
Older people like telling stories. Some of these are very valuable lessons. It’s too bad you don’t see younger people hanging out in senior centers.
I don’t know why I’m telling you this?
Actions can be more telling than words.
It’s hard to accept people telling you things that hurt.
When it all breaks down, we can’t say the signals telling us weren’t a clear sign of problems.
Telling the truth is important.
Something is telling me it’s time to wrap this up. Just like the leaves covering the outdoor furniture is telling me to get it in the shed soon.