One thing I’ve learned since I semi-retired a few years ago, is that I wasted a whole lot of time worrying about the small stuff. When you’re in the process of beginning adulthood and being responsible for others, you sometimes feel you need to be a super hero. Often those self-imposed requirements for living can get in the way of actually living. I say that, because as I look back on a lifetime of looking after the needs of others, I often failed to take care of myself.

In a way, being a caretaker does that to a person. In fact most of us are caretakers in some form or another. We devote ourselves to perfection in every area of our living. The house must be in perfect order before we can open it to guests. The meals have to be on the table at a certain time with nutrition and taste in mind. The laundry must be done on a specific day. The grocery shopping requires time to pack, load, unload, unpack and put away, not to mention wear and tear on your back. Lunches must be packed. I still have nightmares about not getting lunches packed for my kids.

Special words of encouragement must be administered. Hugs and pats on the back are huge necessities. In our working life, we also strive for reaching our goals, living up to others’ expectations and often putting our own lives on hold.

As we grow old, those tasks become more and more difficult. Simple things like making a bed is a two hour chore. We physically lose muscle mass. Stretching a fitted sheet onto a mattress is not designed for anyone in their seventies. Our bodies sag and our skin looks like an old saddle bag. Even so, we are unique in every way. God made us that way, right down to the minute details of our DNA. He knew what we would be even before our conception. That’s amazing to me. He knit me together in my mother’s womb. Powerfully wonderful words. Each of us is a work of art, in spite of things we might consider imperfections.

So, what I’ve learned is that we shouldn’t sweat the small stuff. Life is really too short to do that. Think of all the years of wasted time we could’ve used in fun, helpful, enjoyable, satisfying ways. Don’t wait until you’re too old to discover that fact. You are one of a kind and so am I. That’s what makes our world interesting. Knowing that God has ordained us for a perfect life after death, also helps.

“For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.” Psalm 139:13



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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3 Responses to ONE OF A KIND

  1. hatrack4 says:

    And have you noticed that after you get the fitted sheet on just right, you sit on the edge of the bed and then the two far corners spring loose and pop you on the back of the head?! Or is that just me. I get the extra length fitted sheets even though I do not have a pillow top mattress and it still pops loose on occasion. And I am not even 70 yet. (16 months to go).

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    • says:

      I’ve never had that happen, but it sure is a challenge.

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      • hatrack4 says:

        My wife has finally admitted that it is things like that that were her attraction to me. Those “no one in the world has that problem except him” kind of things. He calls me “funny” but not in a ha-ha kind of way.

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