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Growing older ain’t for sissies. That’s for damn sure.
It seems as I grow older, wiser, more able to make Peace with who I am — The Universe has more surprises in store.
Change is the constant in Life. I nearly laugh out loud as I remember this.
Just when I thought I was getting My Shit together — right? I can feel myself dropping a bit of it here or there.
The funniest part? I don’t really CARE. In days gone by — I would have cared. I’d have beaten myself up and been really annoyed. There would have been angst and drama and self-recriminations. All. The. Things.
Now — well — now — fuck it. I’m nearly 60 years old. I’ve earned a mistake or two in that many decades.
At the end of the day — No One Died.
That is The Rule in nursing. It should be our Rule For Life too. Our Litmus test to measure our Fuck-Ups. Did anyone die? No? Ok then — you’re good.
These days I’ve started hitting The Easy Button a lot sooner than I ever thought I would.
I am letting The River Of My Life flow. I am no longer fighting its current. I’m Letting It All Go. Being kind to myself. Whatever happens — happens. Etc…
I could go on — the list of metaphors for this phenomenon is endless.
