Here’s the thing.  If I don’t take care of myself NOW how mad am I going to be at myself later.  No one else can do it for me.  Not because they don’t care.  Not because they don’t want to.  Not because they don’t love you.  Nope.  Some things you just have to do by yourself, for yourself.

I look at my mom’s failing mind.  Failing health.  And it scares the CRAP out of me.  My thoughts are filled with death, disease, diminishment and debilitation.  The four D’s.

The only recourse is to figure out how to take care of myself as best I can now.  You can’t prevent life.  You can’t avoid it.  It will happen.  All you can do is do your best, for yourself, now.

So what the hell?!  Get the fuck up.  Go for a walk for godsakes.  Stop eating french fries.  Seriously.  They won’t make you feel better.  Stretch. Meditate.  Pay attention to every, single fucking day.  And for heaven’s sake be nice to yourself.  It’s okay.  You don’t have to lash yourself into doing.  Just do.  Or don’t.  This is IT.  THIS.  Right now.  THIS. IS. YOUR. LIFE.