“I finally figured out the only reason to be alive is to enjoy it.”
Rita Mae Brown
Yesterday a friend of mine told me that I seem to be committed to enjoying my days even though some of them are somewhat difficult. I appreciated his comment as I try not to waste time agonizing over what is preferring to concentrate on what might be. Bottom line was he did not think that my liking the bright side was a lack of intelligence but rather one of a positive attitude.
It might have been fate but later I ran across the following article. I had to abridge it a little but not too much. I don’t know who wrote it but it was written by a gal I would love to meet some day.
Hear The Music
Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven’t thought about it, don’t have it on their schedule, didn’t know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.
I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I’ve tried to be a little more flexible.
Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches… We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!
Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of “I’m going to,” “I plan on,” and “Someday, when things are settled down a bit.”
When anyone calls my ‘seize the moment’ friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you’re ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Rollerblades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.
My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It’s just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process. The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.
Now… go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to do… not something on your ‘SHOULD DO’ list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?
Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask “How are you?” Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, “We’ll do it tomorrow.” And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say “Hi”?
When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift… Thrown away… Life is not a race. Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.
“We’re so busy watching out for what’s just ahead of us that we don’t take time to enjoy where we are.”
Just before their first long deployment two Navy buddies were talking about the stress of leaving their families. A senior officer, a veteran of many deployments, overheard the conversation and offered the following advice:
“You must be sensitive to your wives’ emotional needs,” he said. “Never, ever, whistle while you pack!”
Each day we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.
An old man limped into the doctor’s office and said, “Doctor, my knee hurts so bad, I can hardly walk!”
The doctor slowly eyed him from head to toe, paused and then said, “Sir, how old are you?”
“I’m 98,” the man announced proudly.
The doctor just sighed, and looked at him again. Finally he said, “Sir, I’m sorry. I mean, just look at you. You are almost one hundred years old, and you’re complaining that your knee hurts? Well, what did you expect?”
The old man said, “Well, my other knee is 98 years old too, and it doesn’t hurt!”
Q: What happens when you sing country and western music backwards?
A: You get your wife, job and dog back.
Jim was having trouble with a toothache, so made an appointment with the dentist. “What do you charge for extracting a tooth?” Jim asked.
“Fifty dollars,” replied the dentist.
“Fifty dollars for only two minutes’ work?” exclaimed Jim.
“Well,” replied the dentist, “if you wish, I can extract it very slowly.”
I just did a week’s worth of cardio after walking into a spider web.
Robinson Crusoe style, the shipwrecked golfer made the best of his tiny island. When a cruise liner spotted his distress signals and sent a boat to investigate, the landing party was amazed to find a crude but recognizable nine-hole course which the castaway had played with driftwood woods, whalebone and coral putter and balls carved out of pumice stone.
“Quite a layout,” said the officer to in charge of the rescuers.
“Too kind, it’s very rough and ready,” the goatskin-clad golfer responded. Then he smiled slyly: “I am however, quite proud of the water hazard.”
Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.
There was a young Scottish lad named Angus who decided to try life in Australia. He found an apartment in a small block and settled in. After a week or two, his mother called from Scotland to see how her son was doing in his new life.
“I’m fine,” Angus said, “But there are some really strange people living here in Australia. One woman cries all day long, another lies on her floor moaning, and there is a guy next door to me who bangs his head on the wall all the time.”
“Well, ma wee laddie,” said his mother, “I suggest you don’t associate with people like that.”
“Oh,” says Angus, “I don’t, Ma’am, I don’t. No, I just stay inside ma apartment all day and night, playing me bagpipes.”
My uncle Fred was an angry man. He had printed on his tombstone. `What are you looking at?’
A blonde is taking the driving portion of her driver’s license exam. She handles most of the maneuvers quite well. She has a little trouble parallel parking, however, and winds up a couple of feet from the curb.
“Could you get a little closer?” the examiner asks.
The blonde then unbuckles her seat belt and slides over toward the examiner. “Now what?”
“In all of living, have much fun and laughter. Life is to be enjoyed, not just endured.”
Gordon B. Hinckley
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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