So many of my amazing revelations lately are, to my chagrin, already aphorisms, the sort that come prepackaged in inanities like Chicken Soup for the Soul:
"The joy is in the journey, not the destination"
"What's the purpose of life?" "I don't know, to live a good life, I guess." (that one came from Six Feet Under, because TV is my embarrassing muse. Don't even get me started on what I'm learning from Felicity...(daytime TV at the hospital lousy? bring your own from the library!)...for another day)
It's the kindness that counts.
I love cjane enjoy it because she makes the same old drama sound fresh. Like here.
I think I'd better get up from the computer and attack my house (ie, its unfinished projects) with a little ferocity.
I loved this from one commenter:
"I'm guilty of lamenting how I used to be. But you're right. That's when I was a girl and I can be proud of that and have fond memories, but now it's time to do my best as a woman."
Sheesh, I can't even say "I'm a woman" without feeling all fidgety, because like I'm really a woman. But guess what, woman? I'm 35 and have 3 kids and a sagging face and (dare I admit?) cellulite. Grow up, already, and be proud of it.