Name Five Things

At a certain age it becomes apparent you’d do many things differently and sadly, even more apparent you won’t get the opportunity.

With aging comes wisdom, at least that’s the plan. However, I’ve often wondered, what’s the point of acquiring wisdom when you are quickly becoming too old to put it to good use? Is it not a fact with most people aging moves faster than knowledge?

How can we use this wisdom for good?

Despite the fact you’d love to impart that insight to your children it becomes obvious they choose to acquire their own. At times they will allow you to share your perceptions with them, but most often they select their own paths to enlightenment. One can only stand by and wait to serve.

Of course, as most of us know although painful, we learn from our own mistakes far more readily than from watching those of others. It seems hard won lessons are the ones that have the most impact on our lives.

It is in this spirit I will share a lesson I learned far too late in life.

I am beginning to believe one of the greatest gifts one can be blessed with is not solely a metabolism that allows you to eat whatever you wish and not gain weight. Yes, this is great, but also the ability to learn early in life how inconsequential things should be ignored and cast aside works too.

If you doubt the veracity of what I say, think back on your life and name five things, just five that you agonized over but failed to made a difference in your destiny in any significant way.

I can’t even bear to think about how much of my life has been wasted thinking about inconsequential problems that had no impact on my destiny.

I know you are having trouble finding five is hard because most of the things we worry about disappear or resolve themselves. Like a leaf that blows off a tree and wafts through the air unnoticed and is soon forgotten.

A bad haircut that’s one. I’ve had so many I can’t even count them, yet I’m certain I agonized and worried until my hair seemed normal once again.

How silly. Hair grows back and that’s a fact. Giving it a thought is truly a waste of time and yet we do. I suppose one could argue it’s because a good hair day can enhance your self-esteem, make you feel better as you move through a day and propel you to make better decisions. But can it? Who knows? Yet to stress over a few hairs seems frivolous now.

Or, did I bid enough on that house, should I have gotten the black car, maybe we could have afforded to take that cruise, is my term paper long enough?

These are examples of something truly low on the importance scale.

Here’s one that caused me many sleepless nights; career choices.

I was always so bad at decisions I thought would impact my life sending me down a dark hole of despair and regret.

I chose, and when they turned out to be less than I’d hoped for I was wracked with self-contempt.  Certain I’d ruined my life for good. Yes, Drama Queen is in my resume.

Yet with age and wisdom I came to see that in the end I wasn’t the best judge of what had worked or not worked in my life. In many ways it didn’t matter because I wound up in the same place. In other words, my own divergent paths converged to take me where I needed to go.

Any time spent berating myself was a waste because the fates always lead you back. All twists and turns meet at one location; the road you are destined to follow.

I have heard the phrase, “it’s all meant to be,” so many times it’s burned into my brain.

Yet strangely enough I never paid attention until only a few years ago.

I gave it lip service, but was always filled with doubt and remorse.

Would my life have been so much easier had I heeded my own words and just let destiny take its course?

I imagine it would, and I’d have spared myself so much drama and self-recrimination. Although, even now I’m tempted to yell at myself for all those foolish moments spent chastising myself. An unproductive exercise leading to squandering the wisdom I now embrace.

Why I couldn’t simply let it all go I have no idea. Nor do I fully understand why I felt I had so much control over my life when clearly, I didn’t.

Do we all have to believe it’s only us making the choices, the mistakes, the plan that guides us forward?

Now of course I know that isn’t the case.

All the brick walls I hit my head against were put there not to give me a headache, but to encourage another path entirely. And did I spend way too much time head banging instead of simply looking around for another road? A big resounding yes to that.

Some bang, some don’t. I did.

My daughter strangely enough was the one that pointed out this character flaw. Early on she realized walls are there for good reason and not for headaches.

I’d like to think it was from watching me doing the wrong things she learned to do the right ones.

She made me understand if something doesn’t work it wasn’t meant to, and something better will come?

I do take some credit for serving as a bad example, at least that’s how I rationalize things.

Some always seem to make good choices while others like myself not so much. Like the nazi in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, who drank from the wrong grail cup. Gotta love that scene.

I do believe those who take more risks and have more options learn control is an illusionary meal we feed ourselves to make sense of it all.

We worry too much despite the advice of Alfred E. Newman the sage of Mad Magazine and ignore our calming voice screaming to be heard.

I myself spend way too much time agonizing over uncontrollable things. Despite knowing many times things turn out better than we’d even imagined.

Opting for a new untraveled road can be how we rise above the mundane to a higher level. If we remain Earthbound we may never soar.

The five things don’t matter; they didn’t alter our lives because what transformed us probably wasn’t our choice anyway.  

So, I choose to choose and forget the silly things that mean nothing in the end.

Letting go rises one higher. Bucket list time; name five things you’ve always wanted to do, then do them.

No matter what age, life’s currents can carry you to a remarkable destination. Best of all you never know what awaits you when you finally land on that uncharted isle. I’m betting nine times out of ten it’s an exciting and unexpected adventure.

Can Being Nice to You Be a Bad Thing?

Can Being Nice to You be a Bad Thing?

Getting old has certain perks upon which we can all agree. One that I especially embrace is the freedom to say and do the things I want and not give a damn. Others attitudes toward us seem to matter less now and we can feel confident in our ability to choose our own lifestyle and opinions.

Another good thing about being older is now at this age I can actually focus more on myself. Aside from spending much of my time worrying about my children and grandchildren, I realize that it’s actually possible to be nice to myself and at times feel less guilt about being “all about me.” To do the things I’ve always wanted to do, go where I want and just cross off items on my proverbial bucket list.

Each day and especially since the pandemic I try to do something that will make me happy. I really began this practice during COVID when we all were locked down and became best friends with Netflix and our refrigerator.

I discovered that certain activities would lift me up and shift my focus to something good while forgetting the insanity around me. I honed it into a skill and now I live each day knowing that even the smallest thing can bring joy into my life. Yes, Hershey kisses are small but they pack a lot of punch!

But isn’t this the way we’re supposed to feel at every age and stage of life? Should we feel guilty about caring about ourselves and trying to do the things that will make us happy?

Aren’t the words for that instinct self-absorbed?

I’ve always believed we must put others first. 

How many books have been written about placing others first and that one who refuses to accept this philosophy deeply harms those around him?

Narcissism is a word that connotes selfishness and manipulation and carries a negative connotation.

But have we perhaps lost the ability to balance the instinct to be nice to oneself and the deep desire to protect and give to those we love?

Where does that balance lie and how can we possibly know if we are leaning too far on one side or another? Can we give too much?

So how nice is nice enough to ourselves and how much sacrifice is necessary to fulfill our promise to love unconditionally? And is self-sacrifice an inherent part of love?

As a mother I would of course say there is no line or balance when it comes to my children and. grandchildren. That no amount of sacrifice could ever be too much and I have never even questioned this belief. But is there a point when one can indulge others too much until it becomes harmful? Ignoring what we need to be happy isn’t serving any positive purpose for anyone.

So an obvious question would be what does this sacrifice entail? And isn’t it different for every person?

Protecting those you love with your very life need go unsaid and isn’t any mother prepared to give up everything for her children and grandchildren? To starve if there isn’t enough food to go around, and to put her needs last so they can have what’s necessary to keep them well and safe?

Do many parents go too far in sacrificing and in doing so actually go to extremes? Do only rich parents indulge their children or are the poor just as or more guilty of providing too much of the wrong kind of love?

After food and shelter and the basic needs of existence is depriving oneself actually love or merely an ego driven attempt to over indulge and spoil children?

Does a closet full of expensive clothes, toys and electronics in a child’s room signify love or merely indulgence?

How much is too much to and how can one establish a line? Do too many believe material things can equate with happiness?

If one lives in an affluent area doesn’t a parent often find it necessary to indulge their children to keep up with friends and fellow students. Many parents want their children to have the things that can equate them to their peers.

But is that really what it means to sacrifice? Are the “things” you offer your children depleting from your joy and sending harmful messages?

What is happiness in life really and can it come from buying more or having as much? And is it possible to live without expensive material goods like technology in today’s world?

When are you being good to yourself and when bad? When are you nice enough to you and avoiding narcissism? And do the material things in life bring joy? Can buying something compare with enjoying a picnic on a summer’s afternoon. Or jumping through a pile of leaves on a crisp, autumn day? Or calling an old friend and spending hours catching up?

I imagine each person must look inside and determine what makes them happy.

Is it nicer clothes or a bigger house and do “things” in any way make anyone happier at the end of the day?

So, what do I mean when I ask, are you being nice to yourself? Treating “you” right is doing what makes you happy, healthy and successful. Taking time for you and your needs can’t be a bad thing; or is it?

What brings you joy?

For a parent I think it is knowing your children are receiving what they need. This isn’t merely done materially but with love, guidance and providing self-esteem.

Isn’t seeing your children achieve a great source of happiness?

Isn’t ensuring they receive the best care as well?

Is spending quality time with loved ones a rich gift to impart since your time is the greatest gift you can actually give?

Making someone you love happy is true happiness.

There is an expression, “You can only be as happy as your unhappiest child.”

Yet taking care of yourself, doing things to fulfill your needs is also important, because if one is unhappy can they effectively spread happiness to others?

I guess the balance is actually treating everyone well, including you, as a key to ensuring the best for others.

Caring about the well-being of your family must begin with your own care and nurturing.  After that whatever moments you share can be filled with joy and creating wonderful memories to last a lifetime and beyond.

Contented people can make others happy; misery loves company, as they say.

In the words of Jimmy Durante, “make someone happy, just one someone happy and you will be happy too.” And don’t forget about you.