Don’t think I’m claiming it. Still looking for it here. (Found the age part, still looking for the Wisdom.)

I hear people say, “Ahhh, if I had it to do over again, I wouldn’t change a thing.” Patooty.

Like the time facing a plate of smelly shrimp and eating them anyway and spending the weekend on a different kind of chair while recovering? That’s one no-brainer change. Speeding through the school zone was bad the first time. Why repeat it? Leave the house for your own wedding ten minutes before the scheduled start? Not the best way to start a new life-chapter. I’d change that.

Wouldn’t change a thing? Patooty-tooty.

Lots of things could be better if we knew then what we know now. The trouble is, if someone told us back then, we wouldn’t have believed it. Life’s best lessons are those learned the hardest.

I loved watching the little grandbabies the other night. Small enough to stay out of trouble, but big enough to cry tears that roll down beautiful cheeks to land on the back of your hand. I wanted to save them in a jar so as to never forget the moment. No one is happy when Mom and Dad leave. It takes time to get over it.

I’m still learning that, too. I picked up several great lessons from the babies. I also discovered some lessons have already been learned. I do possess patience, despite what you may have thought. Tears aren’t forever either. (About two minutes and a set of car keys work wonders…)

Bookstores offer a lot of perspectives on things. Especially for owners on Monday mornings when the clouds promise raindrops that could be saved in jars.

Your change could add up to profits from the past! Try Careers for History Buffs and Others who Profit from the Past by Blythe Camenson: