Let’s say there’s 300 words per page in a book and a book is 267 pages long (your mileage may vary). I produce an entire book every day according to Mark Twain, “What a wee little part of a person’s life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself. All day long, the mill of his brain is grinding, and his thoughts, not those of other things, are his history. These are his life, and they are not written. Everyday would make a whole book of 80,000 words — 365 books a year. Biographies are but the clothes and buttons of the man — the biography of the man himself cannot be written.” What is my mind writing about today?
While browsing in my local library, I spotted my book, “Surviving the Pink Ribbon”. How exciting! Love my local library.
Many people use the start of a new year as an opportunity to decide on personal changes. I consciously avoid making resolutions at that time, preferring to make incremental adjustments throughout the year. And a consistent theme of those adjustments as I’ve gotten older is to say ‘yes’ more often. Ray Bradbury stated, “If we listened to our intellect we’d never have a love affair. We’d never have a friendship. We’d never go in business because we’d be cynical: “It’s gonna go wrong.” Or “She’s going to hurt me.” Or,”I’ve had a couple of bad love affairs, so therefore . . .” Well, that’s nonsense. You’re going to miss life. You’ve got to jump off the cliff all the time and build your wings on the way down.” I don’t know about “off the cliff all the time”, but I’ll jump from rock to rock shouting “yes!”
During the holidays, “musts” can surround us. Must find the perfect gift. Must make the menu item my mom always did. Must show up at the party. Take a step back. Hold onto the basics. Find your footing. “There is really nothing you must be, and there is nothing you must do; there is really nothing you must have, and there is nothing you must know; there is really nothing you must become. However, it helps to understand that fire burns, and when it rains, the earth gets wet. Whatever, there are consequences. Nobody is exempt.” Buddha
One of my late-husband’s favorite poems. I love the sentiments too!
“Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity of the appetite, for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of sixty more than a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what’s next, and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the infinite, so long are you young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.”
— Samuel Ullman, American businessman and poet
We all get 1,440 minutes every day. “Precious and irrecoverable time” according to Fanny Burney. Moments that, once passed, we are unable to get back. No rewind. Even on crazy 1,440-minutes-are-definitely-not-enough days, each instant is precious and can be so impactful. My nature is to focus on the tasks of work and the full enjoyment of play. I try to make a conscious effort to smile, hold the door… be kind even during busy times. My moments, and hopefully those of others, are better for the way I choose to move through my day.
Been 20 years this week that my previous husband suddenly was taken from this earth. We both believed that one moves on from this planet after our life’s purpose has been fulfilled. Doesn’t matter whether we believe we are finished or not. In the time he had, my late-husband was always looking for ways to extend honesty, kindness, compassion, and integrity. He believed those to be the highest virtues to attain. The way he lived his life continues to inspire me to reach. Not for things. But for my purpose and the virtues I use to accomplish them each day. And I truly believe as he did, and as the Henry Scott Holland poem, “All Is Well”, states: “Why should I be out of mind just because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere near, just around the corner.” Until then, I reach.