I suppose the first order of business would be to wish you a MARVELOUS New Year. I, for one, am greatly relieved that 2017 is over. I don't suppose I have to get into all that again, right? So then....
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Now that we got that out of the way, I want to share something with you. You see, every year on the first day of the new year, I do a full-blown desk cleaning. That is to say, I go through my three-tiered file drawers and toss what needs tossing, wipe everything on the desk down, dust and rearrange, and finish with that oh-so satisfying sigh of accomplishment. Not sure when this little tradition began but don't much care. It makes me happy to do it, and more often than not I find a few forgotten treasures along the way.
DELICIOUS!
The following is the result of said cleaning. I can't remember who sent it to me, but I'm pretty sure it was mailed inside a card because it has those folds that would occur if a legal sized piece of paper was put inside a greeting card. So, to whomever sent it to me, I thank you (again!). It's so lovely to be reminded that there are people in my world who care enough to send me stuff like this.
Lest I digress any further...
The piece is titled "Sunscreen Speech"; it was written by the Chicago Tribune's Mary Schmich and then the director/writer/producer, Baz Luhrmann did a take-off. It is also important to note that even though many credit Mr. Luhrmann with authoring the piece, he properly credited Ms. Schmich as the original author. (Gee! Imagine that! A man of integrity!)
Anywayz....it goes like this:
"Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97...Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me...in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.You're not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4PM on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts; don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind...the race is long and in the end it's only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what to do with your life...the most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the Funky Chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance...even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines; they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents; you'll never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths; prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time it's 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But...trust me on the sunscreen."
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Now that we got that out of the way, I want to share something with you. You see, every year on the first day of the new year, I do a full-blown desk cleaning. That is to say, I go through my three-tiered file drawers and toss what needs tossing, wipe everything on the desk down, dust and rearrange, and finish with that oh-so satisfying sigh of accomplishment. Not sure when this little tradition began but don't much care. It makes me happy to do it, and more often than not I find a few forgotten treasures along the way.
DELICIOUS!
The following is the result of said cleaning. I can't remember who sent it to me, but I'm pretty sure it was mailed inside a card because it has those folds that would occur if a legal sized piece of paper was put inside a greeting card. So, to whomever sent it to me, I thank you (again!). It's so lovely to be reminded that there are people in my world who care enough to send me stuff like this.
Lest I digress any further...
The piece is titled "Sunscreen Speech"; it was written by the Chicago Tribune's Mary Schmich and then the director/writer/producer, Baz Luhrmann did a take-off. It is also important to note that even though many credit Mr. Luhrmann with authoring the piece, he properly credited Ms. Schmich as the original author. (Gee! Imagine that! A man of integrity!)
Anywayz....it goes like this:
"Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97...Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me...in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.You're not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4PM on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts; don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind...the race is long and in the end it's only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what to do with your life...the most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the Funky Chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance...even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines; they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents; you'll never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths; prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time it's 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But...trust me on the sunscreen."
