My friend Ed and I were discussing regrets over not being more attentive to friends who are no longer here. He felt sad over an actor he knew he hadn’t stayed in touch with, who died.
It reminded me of when my friend Connie passed away, feeling very much the same. Why wasn’t I more thoughtful towards her when over the years, she was so generous and good to me?
Though it was too late to make it up to her, I swore it wouldn’t happen again, so when my friend Liz got sick, I was very much present.
You just do better the next time, in their memory, that’s what I know.
Don’t knock on doors that won’t open. Find one that will…go where you’re wanted, appear where you’ll be appreciated.
Stop a second to help another even if it’s just crossing the street. Be the change, to quote Mr. Gandhi, you’d like to see.
I also know you should remember the fallen of September 11th, since, it’s the very least we can do. To say a prayer, now and then, on behalf of their lives so randomly taken.
Be aware of all the good rather than what’s imperfect, accepting the things, like getting older, you cannot change.
Savor love, however it comes, even if it’s just the mailman saying, you look pretty today.
Recycle, including your pain. Take your broken heart and turn it into art, said Carrie Fisher.
Never say no to pie.
And lastly, if things aren’t going the way you’d like after doing all you can do, find a little nook, nestle in, and read.
If work is slow, or you’re feeling a little down or lonely, read.
A few things I know.