I don’t believe in immortality. It’s like buying a long-term life insurance policy that starts after you’re dead.
A friend of mine complained that I have bad manners. Evidently, I picked my teeth after eating a meal with her and she was mortified.
I’m reviewing my mistakes and poking around for my blind spots because I don’t want to be ignorant of my ignorance.
I’m making mood soup. My recipe is positive thoughts that create positive brain chemistry that results in positive behavior.
I signed up for immersion training in septuagenarian life taught by a thirty-year-old with a master’s degree in arch supports.
Pete is inconsistent with my need for order. Order as I define it. My kind of order. The order that centers on me. I have regrets about Pete.
Pete says chasing squirrels and work are the same thing. I agree. Often when I’m working, I feel like I’m chasing something I can’t catch.