Easy Does It

You have to like people who dont sweat everything. I wish I was one of those people but I am sadly not. I worry and kvetch, and thrash over small details in my mind. I try to let the small stuff go, but its hard to make those kinds of changes in your mental make-up. I am getting better, to be sure, but I am not where I would like to be. I have become slightly more easy going, partly because of the pace of life in AK. But partly because I didnt always like who I was. And there were always plenty of people to remind me of my faults. But I digress. The first 47 years were good bad awesome awfull remorable and quite forgettable all at the same time. I am sure many of us could make the same claim. Some might leave out an adjective or two, but I dont know anyone who has lived a perfect life. Unless they are lying out their asses.

Whats the point of all this? I am making small changes to my life, adjusting on the fly. I am highly motivated to do so. I dont want the next 47 years to be like the last ones.