Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance
Why do we stress and put the things that we want to do and feel on a shelf and wait for another time? I have always thought that I was not part of this horrible tragedy, but lately I am learning more about myself. When a heart gets broken the consequence is often to lock up and not let knew people in. I am guilty of closing myself off as of late, and although I do not want to, I have needed time to ponder my feelings about people in my life and then letting them go. And then sadly, but true, preferably not think at all. I have been a quiet me, and for the first time in a long time I have stepped back from the social scene and have thought of what I truly wanted in life. I am sorry to those that I have not talked to in a while or called. Exciting things to share lately are not on the tip of my tongue. This time has helped me realize that I am far from a perfect answer, but I do know that I want a simple peace in my heart. I want to do my best in classes, but I do not want to stress if I do not get an "A". I want to make everyone around my comfortable and feel like they are loved, but if someone does not want to invite me to things or think that my company is not of importantance I do not want to feel hurt and left out. I want to find peace!!! I want to have hope. I want a miracle in my own heart. I want to become a great listener. I want to learn from others. I want to open up. I want to learn how to communicate. I want to dance again!!! I want the knowledge and experience to know what this 83 year old women has. I want to be like her.....Amber
This was written by an 83-year-old woman to her friend.
I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time working.
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom.
I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now
I'm not sure what others would've done had they known they wouldn't be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite food was.
I'm guessing; I'll never know.
It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, tell myself that it is special.
Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God.
