Cure for curmudgeons

 
As I continue waging the battle against aging, the thing I fear most is becoming a crotchety old curmudgeon who likes nothing and tells everyone he or she knows about all their dark views. Yes, women can become curmudgeons too and there is some evidence it is showing up in my daily interactions.
 
To wit: I toured a beautiful home in Tennessee recently which was picture perfect. Truly. We hadn’t gotten out the door good when we began listing all the tackiness we could spot.  “Could you believe they had an ashtray in the coffee table – An ashtray for Pete’s sake!” 

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Slow dancing into the new year

 

turtle winning the race against a rabbit

In this rush, rush rush world where we are driven my materialism, multi-tasking seems an absolute requirement.  Trying to keep up with the madness, I have lost the art of taking time to myself to think, be creative, and dream. 
 
Maybe the New Year is the perfect time to fall in love with the process and give up on the “end-game fantasy”. No big “pie in the sky” resolutions for me this year.  Only one:  to slow down – to sip life instead of gulping it down. Maybe if I can tame that crazy little drunk monkey living in my head, I can focus on the small and doable and watch for a gradual transformation rather than the radical “change your life in one week” lost causes.