I believe life is to be lived, not worked, enjoyed, not agonized, loved, not hated.
Ah, another weekend and another opportunity for some enjoyment. I don’t know about you but I plan to make the best of it. You know while I don’t have a real job I am still allowed to do a lot for others and most of it is done in partnership with friends and favored organizations and they do their thing Monday through Friday and so I am kept busy during the week. So I still treat weekends pretty much as I always have when I have been home. I go to markets, run a few errands, possibly catch a movie watched with the required big bag of over buttered popcorn. By the way please don’t tell my doc’s about the popcorn, they want me to lose weight. I often get a chance to linger over a leisurely breakfast with a friend who is too busy to slow down during the week.
This weekend I will attend a musical with my wife and friends performed by one of my favorite professional theatre company. Yep, my weekdays are great but my weekends are even better. Life is to enjoy so I decided some time ago to do just that.
I found the following on the net a while ago and I liked it so I want to share it with you. I don’t know who wrote it but I would like to have whoever did as a friend.
Everyone says, “How the time flies.” The days go by and they are years, and the years finally become our whole life. Each daily portion can be wasted, or it can be a pleasure, before it is gone forever. If a bedtime review of the day concludes that we were too stressed, too busy, didn’t accomplish anything, didn’t have any fun, then it has been another lost piece of precious life.
Perhaps we are putting off our enjoyment until we have more time, or money, or some other improved condition. The trouble with that is that it might never happen, or it may be too long in coming. It’s so important to accept this time, this very minute, as something of tremendous value that will very soon be gone forever. There are many ways to ensure that we make the best of our time here on earth.
In our daily routine let’s include time to enjoy others and thus ourselves. Look and wonder at the trees, fields and mountains, smell the flowers, hear the birds, and watch the clouds in the sky.
Face your problems bravely, confidently, and improve on your situation, no matter what state it be in. Be good to feel good. Be active and improve your mind. Laugh, relax, and sleep well.
Looking for something to enjoy, try one of these:
Enjoy your meal. Don’t just eat. Taste it and appreciate its richness.
Gather with old friends.
Take a walk in the park.
Read a novel.
Give yourself a lazy day.
Have a candle-light dinner with your spouse.
Watch funny videos.
Play with kids.
Go to a theater.
Begin doing what you want to do now. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand, and melting like a snowflake.
There once was a religious young woman who went to confession. Upon entering the confessional she said, “Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.”
The priest said, “Confess your sins and be forgiven.”
The young woman said, “Last night my boyfriend made mad passionate love to me seven times.”
The priest thought long and hard and then said, “Squeeze seven lemons into a glass and then drink the juice.”
The young woman asked, “Will this cleanse me of my sins?”
The Priest said “No, but it will wipe that smile off of your face!”
“Imagination is the highest kite one can fly.”
She said: I have changed my system for labeling homemade freezer meals. I used to carefully note in large clear letters, “Meatloaf” or “Pot Roast” or “Steak and Vegetables or “Chicken and Dumplings” or “Beef Pot Pie.” However, I used to get frustrated when I asked my husband what he wanted for dinner because he never asked for any of those things. So, I decided to stock the freezer with what he really likes.
If you look in my freezer now you’ll see a whole new set of labels. You’ll find dinners with neat little tags that say: “Whatever,” “Anything,” “I Don’t Know,” “I Don’t Care,” “Something Good,” or “Food.” My frustration is now reduced because no matter what my husband replies when I ask him what he wants for dinner, I know that it is there waiting.
“It is indeed ironic that we spend our school days yearning to graduate and our remaining days waxing nostalgic about our school days.”
She said: After bumping his head on our stereo cabinet, my 11-year-old-son, Felix, required stitches. While the doctor was administering a local anesthetic to his head, I started to feel faint, so the nurse offered me a chair. My son winced with every stitch, and the nurse told him it was okay to cry. On the way home, my husband asked Felix if he had heard the nurse tell him it was okay to cry. “Yeah, I heard her,” Felix replied, “but I thought she was talking to Mom.”
Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.
Selma Telephones Home With Some Exciting News:
“Mama, I got married.”
“Mazel tov,” says Mama.
“I might as well tell you, Mama, he’s not of our faith.”
“So he’s a goy. But am I prejudiced?”
“Well, frankly, Mama, he’s also unemployed.”
“So, you’ll support him. A wife should help her husband.”
“But, Mama, we have no place to live.”
“Don’t worry, Selma, dear. You’ll move in with us.”
“But Mama, you have only one bedroom.”
“That’s okay. You and your husband can have the bedroom.”
“Yes, Mama, but where will you and Papa sleep?”
“Papa can sleep on the couch in the living room.”
“Yes, Mama, but where will *you* sleep?”
“Selma, dear, about me you don’t need to worry. The minute I get off the phone, … I’m going to drop dead.”
“This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.”
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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