Throw out all the non-essential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctor worry about them – that is why you pay him.
Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down. If you really need a grouch, there are probably a few of your relatives to do the job.
Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Just never let your brain idle.
Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath. Laugh so much that you can be tracked in the store by your distinctive laughter.
The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with you your entire life is yourself.
Surround yourself with what you love, whether it is family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.
Cherish your health. If it is good – preserve it. If it is unstable – improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve – get help.
Don’t take guilt trips. Go to the mall, the next county, a foreign country… but not to guilt.
Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.
And remember that Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take… but by the moments that take our breath away!
Beautifully written, hessie. Especially the last paragraph.
i can’t take credit for it. mom forwarded it to me via email.
you should know by now, minibits, if it’s capitalized, i’m quoting. ;)
whoopsie :) Well, it does read like something you would write :) if that counts for anything.
i love you heathery
good advice. Mom’s are soo smart.