Remember that not getting what you want
is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
Looking back at some of things I wanted, oh so badly, that didn’t happen or I didn’t get, I have to agree with the Dalai Lama’s thought. In hindsight, I can see how silly and childish some of my wants were. There were some that were just mean and vindictive wants of a selfish person. Growing up was harder than it had to be because I was so focused on my wants, I see that now.
It is said that with age comes wisdom. I don’t know if wisdom is the word I would use to describe myself but I do have some smarts that have come with age. I can still be silly and, not childish, but childlike at times and I work at not being mean or vindictive. Of course, I still have wants but they are fewer and not all that important. I have what I need. Really more than I need.
When I get a want that’s just a wonderful happening of life!
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To the people who love you, you are beautiful already.
This is not because they’re blind to your shortcomings
but because they so clearly see your soul.
Sometimes friendship becomes something deeper. It is a rare gift when this happens. These friendships become a safe place, a haven, a home of the heart. A place where acceptance is normal even when situations and circumstances are not. These friends listen and offer their thoughts and insights without judgment. They will laugh and cry, be serious or silly, offer advise or remain quiet, whatever you need is what they give you.
These friendships are rare and I am blessed with more than one. These friends have been with me in good and bad times. They have supported me and given me strength with their love and wisdom. It is a wonder and joy to know them. They are my family. They are my soul-sisters.
You can’t help getting older,
but you don’t have to get old.
I agree with George. The only way to prevent getting older is to die. I also agree you don’t have to get old. I think to prevent getting old is just to take life one day at a time. Spending too much time in the past is not healthy. It is fine to remember and reflect but if the past is the only place you visit you are wasting today. Go ahead and think about the past, learn what it has to teach you and then leave it there, in the past, and live today. The same goes for thinking about and planning for the future. Yes, some thought and planning needs to be given to the future but if it is all consuming or brings worry it is wasting the life of today.
I am healthy with just a few minor bothersome things that occasionally pop up. Those bothers can put a damper on things but on the whole not a big problem. Then there is the fact of living on an income that is not going to change even though the economy can and often does change. There all kinds of things that are not the best of circumstances and situations that can happen at any time but worrying about them only takes away the good of today. Not that I never worry. Yes, I do worry. But not often or for long, just enough to make me stop and look around with truly open eyes to see my reality for this day. I can only live one day at a time, and that day is today, not yesterday or tomorrow, just today.
The truth is I find being where I am in life is a wonder and I am quite enjoying it. Being the age I am today, for me, is better than being young was. When I was young, I put a lot of effort into trying to be the person that the people I was with thought I was or who they wanted me to be. It was exhausting and I was pretty miserable and unhappy most of the time. When I finally came to realize that was no way to live and decided to just be me, the real me, there were people who I thought were friends who simply disappeared. I guess they didn’t like the real me. It hurt, but I let them go and started my journey, my wonderful journey to where I am now, no longer young …just older.
Normal is in the eye of the beholder.
Really, what is normal?
Your normal may be outrageous to me.
And what is normal to me may seem weird to you.
I know that that there are people who wonder about me. I am a bit different from most of the folks I know. Oh, I don’t howl at the moon or walk around naked, stand on street corners talking to myself or preaching strange doctrines. I am most often alone doing my thing…whatever that may be at any given time.
I have friends who are extroverts. In fact, most of my close friends are extroverts. They would go crazy if they spent as much time alone as I do. I am an introvert. If I don’t have my alone time I feel crazy anxious. And that ain’t a pretty sight. That’s not to say that there aren’t times when I want and need some time with people. It’s just not everyday.
When I am with the people I love and care about
I know they are normal and they know I am normal.
Our normal ways of being are just different.
Keeps life and friendship interesting.
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Age is a case of mind over matter.
If you don’t mind, it don’t matter.
Yesterday was my birthday. I know how old I am and it’s weird. I mean how did I get so old? And why don’t I feel old? Okay, I do know that I don’t physically feel the way I did when I was young. But I don’t feel as old as I thought I would feel when I was young and thought about old age. But then I didn’t really think I would ever be this old. Given my lifestyle back in the day I think most people thought the same.
One thing I do know for sure is that I am happier as an old woman than I was as a young one. That’s one of the gifts I have been given over the years, happiness. And the sense that I am okay. I’m not brilliant, or especially beautiful. Oh, I am smart enough and though I was not much to look at as a teen I did get better with time and age and was often told I was beautiful. And these days people seem to be surprised when they learn how old I am so I guess I’m doing the aging thing okay. Or maybe they are just humoring me. Whatever, it doesn’t matter.
Anyway, yesterday was a good day, a happy birthday. And now yesterday is gone and it is today which is the only day I can live so I’ll make the best of it. Everyday has its good and not so good and occasionally some pretty miserable stuff happening but in everyday there is joy. I am abundantly blessed and so thankful for another day of life.
‘Tis healthy to be sick sometimes.
Henry David Thoreau
I had my first COVID vaccine shot 3 weeks ago. Friday I had my second dose. Like the first visit there was no waiting. Went in sat down, the nurse told me the same things as before. She did say that sometimes people have reactions that they didn’t have with the first dose. She gave me the shot, I sat in the waiting area for 15 minutes, to see if any serious reactions would occur. No reactions at all so I left.
The first dose I had no reaction to at all. Second was a different story. In the evening my arm was sore and stiff. And I was feeling kinda icky. So I went to bed early. Woke up about 2 am feeling a lot worse than icky! Soaking wet, hot, shivering, hands and feet cold as ice. Got up took a couple Tylenol, changed jammies, put socks on, and went back to bed. Slept fine.
Woke up still worse than icky. Took my temperature, 102*! Took a couple more Tylenol had some toast and went back to bed. Got up in the late afternoon just feeling icky, temp 100*. More Tylenol and some soup. Temperature returned to normal and stayed there. Still felt icky. Went to bed early and woke up Sunday morning and felt my usual healthy self. YAY!
I have done what the medical folks said I should do and feel confident I won’t get the virus, though I will continue with the mask wearing and social distancing. And I have a new understanding of the quote at the beginning of this story.