Mid Life Fanatic. Why yes, yes I am.
Why wouldn’t anyone want to be a mid life fanatic? Actually, why wouldn’t anyone want to be fanatical about life? Period.
Fanatical. Defined as excessive enthusiasm.
Enthusiasm is just another word for attitude. Attitude is up to you. No one else. Period.
We get one chance to have enthusiasm. It’s the time between our birth and our death.
Ya with me? Seriously. Are you with me? Carpe diem 🙂
Mid Life Self-Discipline. We may never be perfect, but we can be better.
Discipline is remembering what you want.
First we form habits, then they form us. Conquer your bad habits or they will conquer you.
If you do not conquer self, you will be conquered by self.
The chief cause of failure and unhappiness is trading what you want most for what you want now.
If we don’t discipline ourselves, the world will do it for us.
You never will be the person you can be if pressure, tension and discipline are taken out of your life.
“As I get older I’ve learned to listen to people rather than accuse them of things”. — Po Bronson
Here’s my challenge with Po’s thought – doesn’t anybody hear the echos of codependency?
“Oh, Uncle Joel, he sure likes his beer”, people say lovingly about a family member’s obvious addiction.
Everyone lives with it. Everyone is privately aware of it. Everyone acts like it’s not true. Everyone says nothing.
I sort of feel like accusing them all – of saying nothing, doing nothing.
Or maybe it’s better to let loved ones travel that path. Then no one would be guilty of accusing anyone of anything. How cool is that?
Traveling the world, I see many of our American Military coming and going. I talk with a fair number of them. And because of this, a more present appreciation for what is “happening in the real world”.
Here’s to all of you who’ve I’ve met, and to all those I’ll never meet. God Bless you and your Families. Godspeed.
An American Soldier, by Toby Keith. Click here to watch it.
My Father-In-Law served in WWII and lives in Pennsylvania. My Dad served in Japan during the Korean War, and died of a non-military disease in 2001. I love them both.
And if you do have the time and the guts to watch it, say a prayer for our troops.
PS. And, um, it’s ok to cry. I did.
Walking wounded at mid life?
Sleeping wounded at mid life?
Waking wounded at mid life?
Awakened wounded at mid life?
I’ve been all four. The one that works best, in my opinion, is awakened wounded.
Ever wonder which one you are?
We are all wounded. Ever heard the phrase, “Life’s a ‘beech’ and then you die”? Things only become cliches if they’re true.