Age as a teacher....

Age has taught me.....

There will always be those older, wiser.... sometimes, even younger, wiser.

Overtime, do-overs, under further review, usually only happens in sports.

"Get it right the first time" is impossible as a human, but it ain't a bad aspiration.

It's impossible to 'un-say' something... the hurt it causes haunts, no matter which end one is on.  The hard part, is remembering the human part.

Bananas that show age, same as humans, aren't worthless.  (Freeze 'em, use 'em later in smoothies.. bananas that is, not humans.... indulge in those older, freeze the lessons learned, pull 'em out for later use, life'll go smoother.)

If you notice, there are people you don't notice any more.  Life is so damn fleeting, treat every departure when ending a visit with a loved one, great friend - with a hug and a smile, a word of thanks, encouragement - as we never know if it's the last opportunity we might get.

Don't fear using the word love.  Ever.  Even big boys.

Don't ever fear using the words "I'm sorry."  Like suturing a cut, yes, it's likely to leave a mark, but it sure helps prevent further, future infection.

No matter how pissed one is, when you hear the words "I'm sorry", smile, take them to heart, and realize how difficult that must have been to say.

If 'getting to the beach' would solve all woes, be the end all, be all, remember you'll eventually get sand in your crack.

When driving, if there's certainty it won't cause an accident, always stop to see: if the Tee-baller gets on base.. if the 5 year old on a soccer breakaway scores...  both ends of the rainbow... the deer until it's hidden in the forest... the elderly couple walking, holding hands..

Come to grips with the fact that not all will like Chevys, seafood, the Chiefs, The Rolling Stones, hockey, beer, your Party, your Religion, your outfit...you.  Much is out of one's control, and that's OK.

Enduring love is wonderful, difficult, rewarding, heart palpitating, full of perfect moments but never perfection, and always ends.  Try to remember that along the path, and treasure en route until that end.

In moments of despair, seek out children, pets, music, good friends, family, God.

When the day, the week, the month, the year are rolling along perfectly, relax, enjoy, breath normally, but always be ready to brake, slow down, turn around, but if the passing lane is clear - by all means do so if you so wish,

If you don't move, you die.

Whether your glass is half-full or half-empty, remember there are others without one.

There will be many, many times when one doesn't think so fondly of one's self.  Play your favorite song, look at old photos of happy, call an old friend, wing a compliment, buy the Happy Meal for the guy behind you in line, go to the mirror and force a smile - even if it must be precipitated by picking one's nose...for when you don't think of yourself fondly, always recognize many, many do.

Please stay one car length behind per every 10 mph as you'll never know when you're behind a blogger with high blood pressure, anxiety issues.

Don't ever write a blog professing you know everything.  Please know I don't.  I think too much.  I worry too much.  I write stuff like this to remind me, no matter, life is pretty damn good.  Pretty damn pretty, and pretty damn fleeting.