A little “game” I play with myself {yikes, does that sound bad?} is this:

I think about when I’m 80 or 90 or … however old I’ll be when the end is nearing and I’m looking back on my life. I picture myself, old, happy – hell yeah, I’ll still be rocking the happiness factor in my golden years for sure — and I see me still getting my yoga on and … then I see something else.

This moment where I’m alone and I’m thinking about my life, my entire life. Which, is really kinda overwhelming when you do this, and I try to imagine what I’ll think was a big deal.

I do this when I’m feeling upset or worried about something, as it never fails to put shit in perspective, real quick.

Will I look back and laugh, wondering why I got so worked up over nothing? Probably. I’m counting on it at least.

What will I consider to be worth my worries? Anything? What am I going to be so thankful for, or wish I would have done more of — besides candy and good human touch, because those are natural Taurean givens.

This really helps me not get too caught up in self generated crises. Since that’s all they really are anyway — self generated and self created.

I am responsible for me … what I think, how I feel. No one else is in charge or control of that. Regardless of what someone else might have done or an action they might have taken. It has nothing, absolutely nothing to do with me, no matter how personal it may appear.

Putting myself as myself this far in the future is a wake up call … future, older, wiser self sees that there’s no point in anything that doesn’t add positivity, she isn’t afraid to take chances and to just … live.

Present self needs this nice little reminder.