Monday

Life Lessons and Advice that I Learned and Pass on to You

What a week I had last week. Mrs. M told you about "Housewife Hell" in her post over eating and all she did was jinx the H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS into mine! Three lessons/advice that I take from my week are:

1. You can't please everyone. No matter what you volunteer for it will never be good enough for all. Volunteering sometimes hurts. Bad. So don't get too passionate on one volunteer position, find another and move on. Every organization needs a good volunteer, and maybe that dedication you have needs to be  focused on your family for a while.

2. Take your vitamins and calcium NOW. I am so lax in this. My precious mother in-law who is a very active lady simply stepped wrong in her yard on Wednesday and broke her foot. She is 72. Even in her demise she has not complained one time. She gets up, fixes her hair, makeup and puts her White Diamonds on. A true Southern Belle whom we all could learn well from! Probably her only complaint is the fussiness of her family over her.

3. My third lesson, quit having a woe is me attitude! Hold my head high. Stomach in. Chest out. I am my own person and am responsible for myself and my family. I love life and intend to live it to its fullest and teach my kids the same. My family comes before anyone or anything else.

Now, I leave you with this poem by Mary Schmich. Some of you may be familiar with it in the 1999 song by Baz Lurhmann.

Wear Sunscreen
by Mary Schmich

Wear sunscreen.


If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.


Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.


Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.


Do one thing every day that scares you.


Sing.


Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.


Floss.


Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.


Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.


Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.


Stretch.


Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.


Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.


Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.


Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.


Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.


Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.


Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.


Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.


Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.


Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.


Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.


Respect your elders.


Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.


Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.


Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.


But trust me on the sunscreen.

♥Mrs. Hart♥
Who will be wearing sunscreen, taking her calcium, and keeping her head held high like

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