Here we are halfway through October, and I’m getting philosophical again. It gets dark earlier, all the family have gone back to where they live during the year, the four cats and I are re-installed in town, flannel sheets are on the bed, and I’m not hating seeing mum plants and pumpkins. This time of year is quiet enough to get me thinking…
Just because it still fits, doesn’t mean I should still wear it.
Thinking it doesn’t necessarily mean I have to say it.
Related to the above, it’s a relief to realize at long last that I don’t need to have an opinion on every single little thing.
It makes more sense to spend money on a new clothes dryer or window or fence, etc. than cosmetic procedures. A face that looks 58 and a half, sitting on a neck that is 69 and three quarters is disconcerting. (And whom am I kidding?)
The older I get, the less I know. That doesn’t bother me one bit.
I’m probably not going to fly again unless it’s absolutely necessary. That’s okay – I’ve seen most of what I wanted except for a few places like St. Petersburg, Damascus and Beijing.
While grief never goes away, you can learn to live with it, even if you don’t think that’s possible.
Related to the above – even on the saddest or most frustrating day, if you say out loud one thing or the name of one person that makes you happy, it can help.
Some days take a week (like business trips to Dayton, Ohio), some weeks take a day (like when your family is up for vacation). And it feels like there are only a few months between Christmases.
While I’ve seen many times the love between people fade, I can’t remember a single time when the love between a person and their pet(s) faded.
A beach read can be just the thing any time of year.
It’s a joy when young people spend time with you. Even if you don’t understand exactly what they’re talking about, it’s enough to be in their company, and tell them how wonderful they are, and how much you love them.