Slowly We Adjust, But Only If We

Normal Is Getting Dressed In Clothes That You Buy For Work, Driving Through Traffic In A Car That You Are Still Paying For, In Order To Get To A Job That You Need So You Can Pay For The Clothes, Car And The House That You Leave Empty All Day In Order To Afford To Live In It.

Age Is An Accumulation Of Life And Loss. Adulthood Is A Series Of Lines Crossed.

We Spend January 1st Walking Through Our Lives, Room By Room, Drawing Up A List Of Work To Be Done, Cracks To Be Patched. Maybe This Year, To Balance The List, We Ought To Walk Through The Rooms Of Our Lives...not Looking For Flaws, But For Potential.

We Have Become A Nation Of Kodachrome, Nikon, Instamatic Addicts. But We Haven't Yet Developed A Clear Idea Of The Ethics Of Picture-taking. ... Where Do We Get The Right To Bring Other People Home In A Canister? Where Did We Lose The Right To Control Our Image?

There's A Trick To The Graceful Exit. It Begins With The Vision To Recognize When A Job, A Life Stage, A Relationship Is Over - And To Let Go. It Means Leaving What's Over Without Denying Its Validity Or Its Past Importance In Our Lives.