These days I find myself taking a back seat to life. Senior citizens have that right, or they should have it.

These days I order most of my clothes online. I saw a cute top and decided to buy both a small and a medium, try them on and return the one that was either too small or too large. Yesterday I took the small one back and Macy’s refused to take it. I was puzzled, but they were firm.

The shirt is on Macy’s site, but now they are saying that some things ordered from Macy’s have to be returned to the manufacturer. In earlier days, I have would seen to it that if Macy’s advertises clothing, they should be obligated to take returns for the item.

But I have had a virus and simply don’t have the necessary fight in me. It just isn’t worth it.

Being meticulous sometimes isn’t worth it. It is better to lose some fights for your peace of mind.

I am giving up more and more, but in the right way. I have fought the good fight and now I much prefer not to fight.

Seeing clearly is enough for me.

The media is biased and it is enough for me to know it and yet not let it upset me.

Words of Jesus strike the right note for me. “My kingdom is not of Macy’s.”
No, that isn’t correct, but it is close enough for me.

I could go on and on.

I look in the mirror and think, “I should look better than THAT.” Not really. The image reflects back my age and I know what it is. I can let the mirror win and just be happy that I can still type.

Perfectionism is falling by the wayside, along with being right and insisting that I am. I am often wrong, as it turns out.

My plans go wrong all the time. My cure is often to eat chocolate and that’s okey dokey for this
Imperfect planner.

Being right is exhausting and totally unfulfilling. Be wrong and feel yourself quiet down. Just sit with being wrong and the feeling will melt away.