A long time ago someone told me that we will die after we have completed all our life lessons. I have always considered myself a content person but was somewhat surprised when I read this wonderful post It occurred to me that I may have quite a bit of time left!
My need for control is so much less than it used to be! In other words I used to be a maniac control freak and am now only partially so. A lot of the time I just don’t care anymore which I believe is a really happy/healthy place to be with room for improvement!
I stopped the b
lame game years ago… a complete waste of energy and again, who cares?! I also don’t trash talk self. After all we can only count on ourselves really.
I don’t complain much except to my husband and there I complain a lot. I have recognized it before as a really bad habit…room for improvement. I can work on my criticism of others which falls under complaining. I don’t label often except I do have one select group that peeves me greatly…move over, make room! Excuses are a waste of time although a very wise woman once said…what good are excuses if you don’t use them?! True.
I don’t live to others expectations...menopause cured that! Actually it looks like I am in pretty good shape. Hmmm, are my affairs in order?
More life lessons…yesterday hubby and I went to the Giants baseball game. It had been a couple of years since I had attended a game and I learned so much this time around. Primarily if I want to watch a baseball game I should stay home and watch it on TV!!!
Now mind you, this is not complaining…but fact! At the stadium there was one thing I could eat and that was popcorn. However I wanted to eat all the food that makes me sick or fat. At the stadium we were seated in lower box seats underneath the upper deck. It was a chilly April day with a 20 mph wind aka freezing! And at the stadium I could not see the ball when it was hit until I heard the thud of it hitting the stands above or around me. I can tell you the final score was 8-1 but not much else. I was so overstimulated by the sea of orange and black and constant movement of fans in the stands.
When my husband turned to me and started talking stats I knew I was in deep trouble. I got up to “stretch my legs” and came back planting him next to a woman who was also talking stats. They got into their stat talk and I went back to my people watching!
So the lesson I learned was if I truly want to watch (and enjoy) a baseball game stay home in my warm house, with my gluten & dairy free foods, where I can see the ball and will remember who pitched the game. Oh and find hubby a friend who speaks stats…
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