It's a Journey....

I figured by the time I was 53 years old, I'd have  life all figured out.  I would have lived long enough to learn the lessons I needed to be happy.

My MOM did.

By the time she was 53 she had been teaching for 20 years and had begun to travel the world. Well... I haven't learned those lessons.  I was a little perturbed with myself, if MOM did,

what's wrong with me?

     Well, I asked MOM.

She laughed.

She said that she was happy because she was still learning what it takes to be happy.

It was a journey, not a destination. 

So I'm OK then.

I am still on my journey and there is hope.