Some days I feel pretty old, although I know I am not. I started getting gray hair when I was about 16 years old, so my hair color these days comes right out of a little bottle. I can no longer read the small print on bottles of medicine without glasses, and just opening the bottle is tuff. My memory is an adventure, it seems I can remember things that happened years ago like it was yesterday, but I can t tell you what happened just a few days ago. The only thing I can say I have kept is my sense of humor.
Laughter is a good medicine and it doesn t cost anything.
I guess what I want to say here is find something to laugh about as often as you can. Even the most serious situations when looked upon with fresh attitude, will reveal the humor. The meaning of everything is the meaning I give it. I am who I say I am, and my experience is what I say it is. Repeat this to yourself several times a day, especially when happenstance tries to bring your stress level past where you are comfortable.