Why I’d Never Want To Be 28 Again, Or Even 38

THEN THE “IN” CROWD COUNTED

Even if I didn’t like members of the “cool” group, I ingratiated myself to them. Goodness knows why. Insecurity? Need to feel accepted? If you can’t beat them, join them?

NOW I know there’s no such thing as an “in” crowd, and those who act like they’re a part of one aren’t welcome to a seat at my table.

THEN MY HORMONES WERE NUTSY!

I had crushes on all kinds of men, and a few bordered on obsession.

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NOW Thank goodness, that didn’t last.

THEN I SMOKED LIKE A CHIMNEY! 

I was smoking practically every waking hour, as much as two packs a day.

NOW I haven’t touched a cigarette in over 30 years, thanks to hypnosis and determination. 

THEN I COULDN’T ADMIT I WAS WRONG

Accepting that I may have made a careless, thoughtless or dumb error would have been akin to being a failure.

NOW I’ve finally digested the fact that it’s perfectly okay to make most mistakes. They simply don’t prevent you from succeeding.

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0 Responses to “Why I’d Never Want To Be 28 Again, Or Even 38”

  1. Barbara07 says:

    This is so spot on, from beginning to end.

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  2. Jill Hanson says:

    Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed your comments.

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    • Geri Brin says:

      Thank you, Jill. It was fun to think about and write.

      Best,
      Geri

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