Do you remember when we were young? 30 seemed so old. Oh, we thought our parents were dinosaurs, let alone our 50 something grandparents - they were soooo old!
Today, I'm 50, and if you're looking for someone to complain about it, you're looking in the wrong place. I love the idea of getting older. Life and the world around me becomes clearer every day! For years I've searched for the meaning of my life. I want to make a difference. I always thought making a difference had to be doing something huge, something that would draw attention.
Now, I realize it's the small every day things that count. It's the person you hold the door for, the car you let in before you, the child you speak to, or that person you hug or smile at who may just be at the end of their rope. It's the little things we do that truly make a difference. I am satisfied with that. I can look back at my life and feel like I've made a difference because I am kind to people - all people.