For the past few days an old song has drummed around in my head. Perhaps it was turning the calendar to another year. The catchy tune, written in 1949, is Enjoy Yourself. It could have been written yesterday.
Sing along at your own risk, it will not go away (especially if you are over a certain age):
You work and work for years and years, you're always on the go
You never take a minute off, too busy makin' dough
Someday you say, you'll have your fun, when you're a millionaire
Imagine all the fun you'll have in your old rockin' chair
Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think
Enjoy yourself, while you're still in the pink
The years go by, as quickly as a wink
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think.
I changed my brain channel and thought. How do I enjoy myself? How do others truly enjoy themselves? It is not, it seems, the parties, far-away places, luxury hotels, and gourmet foods. They are fun, a special treat, and not to be scoffed at. I DO enjoy them.
Your friends are likely to say their purest and lasting enjoyment comes from coffee with a friend, volunteering, sharing their time, talent and treasures. It’s knowing they have someone to call, no matter what the time or the problem. The simple things. The things where a little bit of ourselves is left behind. Enjoying life at rewarding levels.
So -- enjoy yourself, it is later than you think -- but it is never too late.
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