Note to Self: Quit Yer Bellyaching

It's 8:04 P.M. and I just walked in the house... this is one of those days I was speaking of in my "rant" post the other day...a NO time of my own sort of day. I was supposed to be at a meeting at 7 and didn't get all grandchildren from practice and safely home until 7:15. I missed the meeting. (I did, however, have about 30 minutes of free time today to sit and laugh and bemoan the chili cook off results with friends.)

Time is such a precious commodity in today's world. I remember thinking that I'd NEVER grow up...that I'd NEVER have a home of my own...all that seemed so far down the road...I couldn't wait to be an adult. The moment I became one, I thought to myself, "Is this all there is to it?" And as time went by, bills came in, roofs had to be patched, cars needed new tires (or worse), children had broken hearts and wrecks and I kept thinking, "Wow! So this is adulthood."

Why do we wish our life away? On Monday, we wish for Friday. On Friday, we look forward to NEXT Friday. When we are young we want to be old. When we are old we wish for youth again. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could be young and wise? Youth truly is wasted on the young. If we knew exactly how many days we have allotted to us on earth, would we be much different than we are NOT knowing? How would it make us different?

One thing is for certain, we all have valleys and mountains in our lives. And it IS true that it's the valleys that make us enjoy the mountains so much more completely. For much of our country's history, each older generation spent an inordinate amount of time making this world a better place for the next generation. In my ever so humble opinion, Americans need to quit "wishing" away their lives and enjoy the rights and privileges we have been given. Time's a'wasting... quit yer bellyaching....