The older I get, the more I realize how much time I've
wasted that could have been productive. Not for one second do I think I should
have played more. As I've written before, the reason for this is a deep need in
myself to prove my worth to my dad. He always set the work bar very high and no
matter what I did, I never felt I measured up. Did he intentionally put this
burden on me? I think not and probably went to his grave not understanding my
plight.
The older I get, the more valuable my time has become and
this is also a conundrum, as in my retirement years, I am actually trying to
put the brakes on and attempt to create recreation. I'm not sure I know how to
get off this merry go round. Almost every day I have to remind myself that I am
not on a schedule and if I want to stand and talk to a stranger for 5 minutes,
I can. So on one hand, I am trying to squeeze the most out of my minutes and on
the other, waste some by enjoying not having to go, go, go.
The older I get, the more I realize how spending all those
hours working alone have robbed me of the most important option in life;
meeting and talking to people. I spent hundreds of hours with my camera
documenting everything from mountains to spiders and looking back, I should
have been photographing friends faces. What is more fun than people?
The older I get the more I understand that repeating a
person's name when talking to them is the key to their soul. It is the most
precious word spoken when we hear it. Dale Carnegie taught us this years ago,
but few of us practice it. Hearing our name is to our ears as seeing money on
the ground to our eyes.
I imagine most of us would finish the older I get with a
regret. I don't want to. It would be easy to write a tome on regrets. Most of
the things I could regret, I can still repair. I could say I wish I spoke
another language, but if I really did, how come I am not actively pursuing it?
Maybe its the effort that stops me? Old dogs - new tricks got me?
The older I get, the more I wish I would have learned to
dance and kiss every pretty girl I could. Like most young guys, girls were as
unapproachable as the Hope diamond. I always felt so awkward and just found it
easier to try to pop a wheelie on my bike or make funny sounds with my mouth,
thinking that would impress them. I had no idea that just being me, was
probably good enough and they suffered from the same confusion I did.
The older I get, the more I struggle with cynicism and this
is something I really need to work on. Many things I once believed to be solid
are crumbling around me and those vested to represent me, often are found to be
fallible or untrustworthy. When I was a child I never thought I would live in a
time when people in cars could be as rude as they are today. I remember people
waving at each other as they passed. Maybe driverless cars with remedy this? If
so, I say the quicker the better. My cynical side says it will simply further
alienate us, as people will hunker down inside the coach with the electronic
distractions and not even bother to look out the window.
The older I get, the more I enjoy personal customer service.
It is rare, but I see it reemerging and when it does, it brings a warmth with
it that is so nice, it is worth sharing. This is one area social networking is
a positive force. People talk and when a company or a friend does you a
"big", we tell everyone. It can literally make or break a business,
so my question is this - if you own a business, why not put the most cheerful
and helpful person out front?
I have been to the new hardware store on Business 146 three
times and each time when I walk in, the first person I've seen has looked like
they are attending a funeral. Not really inviting, although the store is well
stocked. In my opinion, that person ought to be the happiest person I've met
that day. Walking around one of our larger home improvement stores, every sales
person is doing their best to appear
they are on a anti-collision mission and flee like foxes before I can ask a
question. I guess this isn't taught in their sales motivation meetings.
The older I get, the more I want to be content and enjoy the
world around me. I want quality food, quality friends, and the stuff in my
house to keep working so I don't have to fix them. I want to go to bed at night
and know the woman I married nearly 40 years ago is beside me. The older I get,
the more I realize it is the little things that really matter.
