Last week I lost my place in the world along with all peace of mind. Sometimes the world crowds in on us like that and we want to go screaming into the night. Instead, I took a time out not unlike Coach Newell used to make us do in high school.
Subtitle: Why I love getting older.
Yes – that’s us white water rafting in North Carolina. I was letting Marie and Jill do all the paddling. We were about sixty that year and who knew more good times were still ahead of us. The best, really.
Let’s face it. From the moment we’re born, we’re growing older. But don’t expect me to commiserate about the negatives of aging. I choose instead to dwell on the good side of the condition and I find more to appreciate with each passing year. Seriously!
I begin each day with those two words firmly implanting in my mind. By 9 a.m. I’m already scattered across three counties and creating impossible situations. Am I destined to live this way?
Today I refuse – and will take drastic action to find an easier path. You have to work hard to get your thinking clean to make it simple.
Last night for the first time in three months I got eight hours of uninterrupted sleep with fluffy dreams of cotton candy and clouds, rather than people from outer space who speak a language I cannot understand.
There is a trend I see brewing in the business world which has become irritating, if not downright confusing. As an editor for the past few months I had an opportunity to nip this annoying habit in the bud, but I failed miserably. Like a tick, acronyms seem to have burrowed in and won’t budge without more radical action than I could provide.