In a few short days my birthday will be here….again. Funny how that keeps rolling around, isn’t it? I think birthdays are a good time for reflection and as I turn forty-four in a couple of days I thought it was a good time to check in and ask myself what I now knew for certain.
Stress is a killer, or an almost killer. Be mindful of what your body tells you.
I can wear the same outfit to two events. Nobody gives a damn.
Negativity is a choice. I’m not saying I don’t have days where I’m not negative but I certainly have fewer now that I realize I’m making a conscious decision to be in that space.
I do not have to have the last word.
Misery really does love company and emotions are contagious. I make a conscious effort to keep toxic people out of my life.
I have less conviction than I did twenty years ago, and a bigger inclination to live in the gray areas. As it turns out, I’m not always right. Huh? How about that?
Everything really does look better the next day.
I haven’t had “words” with a friend since I was 10. I used to think that by avoiding confrontation I was a coward. I’ve come to accept it as a skill. Words hurt, I’m happy to walk away.
My best friend Antonella taught me that being genuinely happy for others is the best trait a person can have.
In 12 years of marriage, I almost lost mine once. I think most marriages have that moment. Don’t ever forget that sickening feeling you had at almost losing your soul mate and work hard to not let it happen again. I’m fairly certain that when it happens twice it’s harder to recover.
People who bring up mistakes from your past have no place in your future.
I can say with absolute certainty that I will be never be the world’s most perfect mother but my children will never doubt my love for them.
Time really does heal all wounds.
Not taking myself too seriously is my superpower.
Travel makes me happy but home is still the best place there is.
The words you use to talk to yourself can be the most harmful of all. Be gentle.
I’m certain that my dogs are reincarnated people, reborn into fluffy balls of love for being good people in a previous life.
I do not believe that all gossip is bad. It’s only bad when it’s used to hurt someone.
It is better to go to bed early and tackle your work refreshed than to stay up late and drag your ass the next day.
The wisest words I read all year was this: Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.
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