The older I get, the more I wonder about some things and the less I think about others. The older I get, the more I wonder how I got to be this old so quickly and what happened to the years? I understand now the phrase time flies. It seems to. It seems to just sprout wings and zip away before I can catch my breath and I’m left wondering where it went.
Analyzing others is a favorite activity of some of us of a certain number of years. Used to be, I looked only at the surface–at the actions or the words. Now that I’m older, I dig a little deeper and wonder why the actions or the words? What has gone on before? What is the cause? It’s a great deal of fun to be an armchair psychologist. Only thing is, sad to say, this is a pasttime that’s best not to share with others. For some strange reason, people don’t appreciate being analyzed! Can you believe it?
The older I get…the more I value family and friends and life and the less concerned I am about surface stuff,
…the more I appreciate old values, old friends, old remedies to ills, physical and emotional, and spiritual.
…the more I want to hug my loved ones
…the more I see humor in inconsequential things.
…the less concerned I am about other people’s opinion of me. I am who I am and I can’t control how someone else perceives me.
…the more I value family time and talks with friends and reminiscing. (Let me pause right here and say something about reminiscing. It’s all well and good, but I try to be selective about it. If it’s going to make me feel sad, I try not to spend too much time thinking about it. Time is too precious to waste and that kind of reminiscing is a waste.)
The older I get, the more life, love, freedom, laughter, family, friendships mean to me. Oh, and a good book and a good cup of hot coffee. I’ve always liked a cup of strong coffee, but now I have more time to savor it. And, I do!
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