(Given by a 95-year-old friend named William Snell, 1993)
1. Sing in the shower.
2. Treat everyone you meet like you want to be treated.
3. Watch a sunrise at least once a year.
4. Never refuse homemade brownies.
5. Plant a tree on your birthday.
6. Learn three clean jokes.
7. Return borrowed vehicles with the gas tank full.
8. Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.
9. Leave everything a little better than you found it.
10. Keep it simple.
11. Think big thoughts but relish small pleasures.
12. Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.
13. Be forgiving on yourself and others.
14. Say “thank you” a lot.
15. Say “please” a lot.
16. Avoid negative people.
17. Wear polished shoes.
18. Remember other people’s birthdays.
19. Commit yourself to constant improvement.
20. Have a firm handshake.
21. Send lots of valentine cards, sign them.
22. Look people in the eye.
23. Be the first to say “hello.”
24. Return all things you borrow.
25. Make new friends but cherish the old ones.
26. Keep secrets.
27. Plant flowers every spring.
28. Have a dog.
29. Always accept an outstretched hand.
30. Stop blaming others.
31. Take responsibility for every area of your life.
32. Wave at kids on school buses.
33. Be there when people need you.
34. Don’t expect life to be fair.
35. Never underestimate the power of love.
36. Drink champagne for no reason at all.
37. Live your life as an exclamation, not an explanation.
38. Don’t be afraid to say, “I made a mistake.”
39. Don’t be afraid to say, “I don’t know.”
40. Compliment even the small improvements.
41. Keep your promises no matter what.
42. Marry only for love.
43. Rekindle old friendships.
44. Count your blessings.
45. Call your mother
46. And your dad, too, if they happen to be alive.
I loved this. I read and considered every single one. I know a lot is redundant and cheesy. (These are the kinds of things I read when sitting at home alone on a Saturday night, bah). But I think (#19) everyone must always strive for improvement. Definitely printing this out, tacking it up to my bedroom wall.
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This is wonderful. Been working on #12-16 lately, and #36 ha. Also going to print this out and keep it handy.
“Journalists don’t have much going for them. We put up with tiny salaries — if we make anything at all. We often struggle with things like punctuality and hygiene. As a whole, we’re just not the most stable lot.”—Anna Jane Grossman, Huffington Post - “Is Google Killing (or Helping) Journalists?” (via xanae)
I am also aching for my AP stylebook because I can’t remember how to correctly format times. Is it PM, p.m., pm or… P.M…? I don’t know. Copy editing class was a year ago and I gave up copy editing at the Interactivist in April. I can’t remember how to write PM/P.M./p.m./pm?
“But I’m far from contented. Something is in me that I can’t control. I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide. I mean, I won’t linger on it all. But it will flash on me: SUICIDE. Like a light going on. In the darkness. That there is an out helps you stay in. Get it? Otherwise, it could only be madness. And that’s no fun, buddy. And whenever I get off a good poem, that’s another crutch to keep me going. I don’t know about other people, but when I bend over to put on my shoes in the morning, I think, Christ-oh-mighty, now what? I’m screwed by life, we don’t get along. I have to take little bites out of it, not the whole thing. It’s like swallowing buckets of shit. I am never surprised that the madhouses and jails are full and that the streets are full. I like to look at my cats, they chill me out. They make me feel all right. Don’t put me in a roomful of humans, though. Don’t ever do that. Especially on a holiday. Don’t do it.”—Charles Bukowski