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Friday, March 29, 2019
Changing your life
One of my pet peeves is people who complain about something in their lives, but they have the power to change that thing.
It could be the terrible boy or girl friend, their job, where they live -anything at all. When someone points out that those things could be changed all the excuses come out. It drives me nuts. They really don’t want things to change; they want sympathetic noises.
People become comfortable in their misery. It becomes part of their identity. They really don’t know who they’d be without their burden. The years tick on by and nothing changes. At some point they end up in a nursing home with nothing but regret.
Dead at 45
I had a doctor tell me I would be dead by age 45. I was 35 or 36 at the time. It wasn’t a warning to change something in my life or I’d be dead by 45. He just up and stated that I’d be dead before I was 45.
It’s great to be 61. While I did have some tough times, the good times more than make up for it. When you are told you are going to die fairly young there’s no sense wasting any time. As soon as I started to feel halfway decent I starting doing things that I always wanted to do.
I was having so much fun I forgot to die on time. Now one of my goals is to outlive doctors. So far so good. Maybe I was lucky to get a wake up call. People always assume they have more time than they do. Life is too short to get stuck in routines that don’t make you happy.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.