Boy Meets Girl (July 8th)

    I remember reading, If I Had My Life Over, the beautiful poem written by the late Erma Bombeck, and wondering, if I had a chance to relive my life, what would I change?
    Erma's words - which were written just after she was diagnosed with cancer - were whispered, shared and shouted by women everywhere - because Erma was speaking for women, everywhere.
    I know that from my own perspective, I would have taken all the grief, doubt and anxiety over what others thought of me, and replaced it with that wonderful phrase, "What others think of me is really none of my business." And yet, this is so much easier said than done, because I, like most people on this planet, really do crave the love and respect of others.
    It's a process, and I'm still learning, but while I practice the art of letting go, here are some words to meditate on:

IF I HAD MY LIFE OVER by ERMA BOMBECK

If I had my life to live over, I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television - and more while watching life.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."

There would have been more "I love you's".. More "I'm sorrys" ...

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute... look at it and really see it ... live it...and never give it back.