February 8, 2021
All I can be is me- whoever that is.
I am at an interesting point in my life. I find there is little left on my things to do list. My daughters and the housekeepers have made my residents very liveable. I purchased a new internet radio that allows me to connect with radio stations and learning sources around the world. I have received my two vaccinations to help me avoid Covid infections. I have started regular Covid tests that allow me to now make regular visits to see my wife in her memory care facility. The mandatory lock down at my independent living facility has loosend up so I can again see my fellow residents.
So I am at the point where I need to answer the question “now what?.” I know spending my days sitting in my recliner all day will do me no good. Of course writing the Daily and visiting my wife will fill some of my time. I also read books on my Amazon tablet but my failing eyesight sometimes makes that difficult. But I am required by the curret regulations to only venture out for doctors appointments. So I shall explore alternatives to stagnation and decide what to do next.
Here is what one author has decided he is going to do, his ideas are helpful to those of us working on our own lists.
The Top 10 Most Important Things to do Today
by Michael E. Angier
This is my list. They’re the ones I’ve selected for my life at present. Consider them suggestions for yourself–ideas to help you generate your own top ten list. By getting clear on and acting upon YOUR most important steps, you’ll be moving toward and experiencing your highest and best.
1. Practice gratefulness. Reflect upon the things in my life for which I’m grateful. If I appreciate more of what I have, I will have even more to appreciate.
2. Write out my three most important goals and visualize how my life will be when I have achieved them. FEEL it. EXPERIENCE it in as much sensory detail as I can possibly imagine.
3. Take some action steps toward each of the three goals.
4. Exercise my body and monitor carefully what I eat and drink. Reduce fat and caloric intake while expending more calories. Eat only small amounts at one time.
5. Read something educational, inspirational or entertaining–preferably all three.
6. Meditate. Empty my conscious mind and listen to the Super-conscious.
7. Have fun doing something I love to do. Experience joy.
8. Write something–anything. If not an article or part of my book, then write in my journal.
9. Perform some act of kindness. Do a thoughtful, magnanimous thing–anonymously if possible.
10. Finish something. Do something I can call complete.
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
At an all-girls’ college, dates were permitted only on Saturday nights. One young man showed up on a Tuesday evening, however, explaining to an older woman at a desk in the lobby of the dorm, that it was imperative he see a certain young lady.
“I want to surprise her. You see, I’m her brother.”
“Oh, she’ll be *real* surprised all right,” replied the woman. “In fact, even I’m surprised… I’m her mother.”
“The honeymoon is over when he phones to say he’ll be late for supper and she’s already left a note that it’s in the refrigerator.”
A man walks into a dentist’s office and says, “Excuse me, can you help me. I think I’m a moth.”
Dentist: “You don’t need a dentist. You need a psychiatrist.”
Man: “Yes, I know.”
Dentist: “So why did you come in here?”
Man: “The light was on…”
“The only way to entertain some folks is to listen to them.”
The fellow had recently succumbed to promotions for satellite TV, which advertised non-stop sport day and night. It was to be expected, however, that his wife did not share his enthusiasm.
One evening she could take it no longer and confronted her husband:
“It’s like this every day,” said she. “It’s true–you love football more than you love me.”
Such a cosmic question was new to the man, and several moments’ reflection was in order.
“Why, yes, I do,” said he. “But I can sincerely say,” he continued thoughtfully, “that I love you more than baseball …”
She wouldn’t try so hard to conceal her age if her husband would act his.
He left for a vacation at his lodge, taking his favorite two great dames with him.
Rev. Hammond was congratulated on being able to get his parish plastered.
His left thumb, which was shot away, is doing nicely.
We’ve got fifty yankettes married into English nobility right now. Some of them are duchesses. Some are countesses. Eleven are baronesses. Only one is a lady.
The font so generously presented by Mrs. Smith will be set in position at the east end of the Church. Babies may now be baptized at both ends.
The church is now forming a Little Mothers Club. All women desiring to become Little Mothers are asked to meet with the pastor in his study after services.
Dr. Gilbert Murray, O.M., will celebrate his ninetieth birthday quietly at his home at Boars Hill, near Oxford, tomorrow, with his wife, Lady Mary Murray. They have been married 66 years. This evening he is to broadcast in the BBC Home Service a talk called “Unfinished Battle.”
A loudspeaker system has been installed in the church. It was given by one of the members in memory of his wife.
Hospitality is making your guests feel at home, even if you wish they were.
One of my students could not take my college seminar final exam because of a funeral. “No problem,” I told him. “Make it up the following week.”
That week came, and again he couldn’t take the test due to another funeral.
“You’ll have to take the test early next week,” I insisted. “I can’t keep postponing it.” “I’ll take the test next week if no one dies,” he told me.
By now I was suspicious. “How can you have so many people you know pass away in three weeks?” I asked. “I don’t know any of these people,” he said. “I’m the only gravedigger in town.”
The day the child realizes that all adults are imperfect he becomes an adolescent; the day he forgives them, he becomes an adult; the day he forgives himself, he becomes wise.
We telemarketers know we’re universally loathed. Still, some people are quite pleasant on the phone. One day I called a number and asked to speak with Mr. Morgan. The woman who answered explained that he no longer lived at that address, but she did have a number where he could be reached.
I thanked her, rang that number, and was greeted with, “Good morning, Highland View Cemetery.”
You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.
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