If I had to live my life over….
Todays post is a tribute to Nadine Stair’s ”If I had to live my life over – I’d pick more daisies.”
With one small twist—
If I had my life to live over, I’d dare to make more mistakes next time. I’d relax, I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I’d have fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I’m one of those people who lived sensibly and sanely, hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I’ve had my moments, and if I had to do it over again, I’d have more of them. In fact, I’d try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I’ve been one of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat and a parachute. If I had to do it again, I would travel lighter than I have.
If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would go to more dances. I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would pick more daisies.
Yes, if had to live my life over, I’d have bought my wife a bicycle helmet to wear during sex, to protect her from the brain-damaging, headboard-kissing blows she must have sustained throughout the years. Had I known then what I know now, mainly, how her vocabulary would be limited to phrases such as “Do you know how much I saved today?”, and “I don’t feel like cooking tonight,” or the ever popular “Do these yoga pants make my butt look big?.” I’d have demanded she wore a protective device of some sort.