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!
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.
It has taken me three-quarters of a lifetime to learn the secret of how to stop worrying.
It is so simple I’m embarrassed to share this information.The absolute easiest and quickest cure for worry is to have a project you can engage in to the exclusion of all else going on in your life or the world. It must be something that consumes you, something that makes your heart sing..