Here I am, on the night of my 56th birthday and I feel like an old sage, (or at the least old and saggy) like I should have some profound words of wisdom to have reached this age, after all it is more than 1/2 a century. I am definitely way more than 1/2 way through my life.
From the amount of grey hair I have, I should be so damn smart that people are lined up at my door waiting for me to impart them the meaning of life.
I looked, there’s no one out there.
I guess word got out that for all my life experience I am better at telling you what NOT to do, instead of what to do.
When my son got married, he said to me in that sweet-naive-know-it-all kinda way 20 year old’s have, “I am not going to be like you mom, I am only getting married once.”
My reply had been, “Look, maybe you won’t come to me for advice on how to make a marriage last, but if you ever want to know what not to do, I’m your gal.”
Sometimes I think knowing what NOT to do is more
important than knowing what to do.
There you go, that’s it, after over 50 years that is the extent of my profound wisdom. Make sure you pin it to your Pinterest!
btw, my son is now divorced. Maybe he should have come and asked what not to do. I would have said,
“Don’t marry her, she’s not right for you.” But would he have listened?, not likely.
to God when you screw up and you are choking on your own words
there is someone there to say,
“For dessert we have humble pie, it goes down better with ice cream.”