There comes a time in life when you have to let go of
All the pointless drama and the people who create it
And surround yourself with people who make you laugh so hard
That you forget the bad and focus solely on the good.
After all life is too short to be anything but happy.
Have I told you that besides having pre-retired, I’m also a newlywed? I can testify that love “is” better the second time around. This past week was our seven month anniversary.
It seems to fly by really. Probably because it’s ALL good. If you asked me three or four years ago whether any of this would happen, I’d have said, “probably not.” But I’m an optimist and apparently I never let my very soul empty itself completely of light. And that little tiny light was touched by this gentle and kind soul I share my life with.
We knew each other, briefly, two years prior – but it wasn’t the right time. Timing is important, because if it isn’t time, then not all the money in the world can buy you the happiness that true love with the right “one” can bring. I’m living proof.
I agree with old Abe that most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be. If we tell ourselves we can’t do something, then we certainly can’t, can we? If we tell ourselves, there’s no man (or woman) for us – it’s highly unlikely that we’ll see that person who is right for us. There’s a very big world out there … and it awaits us.
I’ve seen more in the past two and one-half years than in my entire life. Why? Because now, my eyes are open, I’m taking it all in because I want to see what’s around me. I’m taking the time … you know, that precious commodity we each tell ourselves we don’t have enough of to do what we want, when we want?
It’s a simple pleasure we seem to feel we don’t deserve, but enjoying life is respect for ourselves. And we all desperately need that.