Flying Time

Or is that "yikes, does time ever fly!"? I was making an appointment today and was taken aback when I realized it is the last week of January. I feel like I just took my Christmas lights down (oh...I DID just take my Christmas lights down...). Yes, the illusion of time does appear to 'fly'. I have become one of the multitudes of 'retired' persons who wonders how I ever found time to go to work every day for thirty-plus years. Life just happened, and I feel I neglected being engaged in enough of it...too damned busy or too damned tired. The mantra of the worker-bee-cum-artist/wife/ex-wife/aunt/sister/daughter/daughter-in-law/ex-daughter-in-law/employee/manager/teacher/coach...you get the picture. Actually, it may even BE your picture. If it is, listen-up! This life is truly not a dress-rehersal. Live as big as you can. Bigger, even. Be loving, compassionate, kind, thoughtful, considerate, creative, generous, and at least 50% selfish. Be all of those things to yourself as well as to others. If you do not love yourself and find yourself worthy, how will anyone else? And, please, don't litter. Okay, Ceci...get off the soap-box for tonight. Goodnight, Gracie.