Thank you for being my friend

I am so happy!

Golden Girls is on Amazon Prime in Canada … and I watched the first three episodes last night. πŸ™‚

Here is a quote Dorothy gave to Rose that I want to hang on to for the day (or week or month or forever):

If you take a chance in life, sometimes good things happen, sometimes bad things happen.

But if you don’t take a chance, nothing happens.

So. Chances. We gotta take them for things to happen, right?

I have been thinking about this recently. While reflecting on some of my more, um… trivial decisions I’ve made in the past couple of years, which may or may not have included some questionable actions on my part, I have no regrets.

There. I said it.

I have no regrets.

I have (mostly) fond memories of the things that have transpired during that period of time. Maybe I’m not so fond of some of the outcomes, but at least, I can’t say I didn’t do something.

Because I did.

We have to take the chances and propel forward, regardless of what obstacles stand in our way. Doesn’t mean we have to be ignorant or mean toward others, it just means that sometimes, we have to make ourselves matter a little more than usual, too. Not let ourselves slip into the background.

I do this too often (neglect myself) and then hide behind a facade and make excuses that the family needed me, or some other situation was more pressing…

I’m going to listen to Dorothy. I’m going to keep forging ahead. With many things – writing, relationships, business opportunities, my hair… πŸ™ƒ

Sorry for sounding so cryptic. I’m a little bit baffled at the turn of events that have happened over the past couple of years (at my own hands, but again, I’m doing things because not doing anything leaves me empty and sad, and I’m tired of feeling empty and sad).

Midlife has been interesting for me, partly because I broke down some walls, explored some things, and met some people who helped to open my eyes. (Thank you)

Some of that started with my writing, and this blog as well, which is a fantastic outlet. I can’t see myself giving it, or you, up anytime soon.

Aren’t you happy that I will be here to pester you indefinitely? πŸ˜‚ #SorryNotSorry

Yet in the last few weeks I’ve felt myself retracting again and I shouldn’t do that. There are a lot of reasons – ongoing pandemic challenges, school being on and not on and on again and who the hell knows what is happening, the arrival of a puppy which had me cry at least once a day for two weeks (I’m over it now, I love Tucker, even though he is still not housetrained) and variety of other elements.

I know I should not be afraid of what lies ahead. I should, instead, continue to take chances to explore life fully. And if the chances don’t exist, make something happen.

Dorothy is right. I’m going to listen to her.

Tell me, did you watch the Golden Girls in the mid 80s when they first arrived on the tv scene?

Happy Thursday fellow bloggers. See you in the comments.

 

24 thoughts on “Thank you for being my friend

  1. I think you can have regrets, as long as you don’t let them define you. We all make mistakes and it’s through our mistakes that we become better people — or that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it πŸ˜‰

    I have to admit that, altough I was aware of The Golden Girls, and even saw the occasional episode, I never really got into it.

    Pester away πŸ˜‰

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  2. At the end of the day, as long as you can say “I have no regrets,” then you’ve done something right. That’s all we can ever hope for. I do have regretsβ€”lots of themβ€”but those were a lifetime ago and ultimately got me to where I am today.

    Who doesn’t love The Golden Girls?!

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