Or at least slow down and smell the Roses. "You can complain because Roses have thorns, or you can rejoice, because thorns have Roses." ~ Ziggy. Life moves fast. Life is filled with distractions, the latest craze, the latest TV show, the latest gadget. Slow down and stop for a minute to smell the roses.
This year: Only read books you enjoy. Play with simple things.
I have a friend who lives by a three-word philosophy: Seize the moment. Just possibly she may be the wisest woman on this planet. Too many people put off something . . .
A young and successful executive was traveling down a
neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar.
He was watching for kids darting out from between parked
cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something.
The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work.
Smile at a stranger. Drop a coin where a child can find it. Learn something new and teach it to someone else. Tell someone you love them.
To realize the value of a sister or brother, ask someone who doesn't have one. To realize the value of ten years, ask a newly . . .
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun?
I am thankful, FOR the teenager who is not doing dishes but is watching T.V., because that means she is at home.
We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better. I'd really like for them to know about hand-me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meatloaf sandwiches. I really would.
If I had my life to live over, I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
Doesn't it feel good? Falling in love. Laughing so hard your face hurts. A hot shower.
Remember lying on your back on the grass with your friends and saying things like "That cloud looks like a flying cow?"
Mid-Life means that the upper arms disappear. Instead, people turn into flying squirrels.
What would happen if you started planting daffodils, one at a time, and repeated that over and over again?
You could hardly see for all the snow, So you spread the rabbit ears as far as they’d go. Pull a chair up to the TV set, “Good night David, Good night Chet”.