Now that I (if not Mr. Armitage) am well and truly middle-aged. (Thanks to author Wendy Reid Crisp’s 100 Things I’m Not Going to Do Now That I’m Over 5o).
I’m not going to:
1. Override the afternoon window of sleepability. After all, if it’s good enough for my felines Thumper and Callie, it should be good enough for me to stretch out languidly in some sun-warmed spot and relax, too, n’est-ce pas?
2. Eat cheap ice cream. It was another cat who taught me the importance of this. Blue Bell, baby, Blue Bell. Thank you, Puddie.
3. Stifle the giggles. Apparently, nobody has ever actually died from laughing. And it is supposed to be the best medicine. It must be good for you!
4. Allow worry or despair to mist over gratitude. A young co-worker of mine blessed with a wonderful old soul used to say, “Remember, it could always be worse. There is always something to be thankful for.” And he was right.
5. Quit. Winston Churchill told us to “never ever ever ever give up,” while Janis Joplin sang that “Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.” Crisp advises that “somewhere between Winston and Janis is glory.”
6. Grow up. As Crisp says, may I be “spontaneous, but not impulsive, tenacious, but not obsessive, caring, but not controlling, awed, but not naive.” May I never lose that sense of child-like wonder along the way.
I would share more but it’s getting late and we middle-aged people really need our beauty sleep. I am going to hit “schedule” and hope for sweet dreams, my darlings.
Happy Monday to all!