The Built-in Life-is-Too-Short Meter

When asked a few years back if I had any plans once the kidlets moved out, I said yes. I'm gonna cry my eyes out into my dog's fur. She will become so annoyed with me that she will wish she had tagged along with them. The woman told me not to worry. Nature has a way of making us yearn to be empty nesters. It's called teenagers.

True enough, I can attest, now that I have a pair. And as I near the change of life, I have grown a pair. I can feel the change in my attitude coming down the line. It's called assertiveness. And it's all good. Suddenly, I have a built-in life-is-too-short meter. And, I use it, to great satisfaction.

I've probably always had it. Maybe it was hidden behind a brave face. Perhaps it was pushed way to the back of the cupboard at a time when I was bothering about what people thought of me.

The life-is-too-short meter goes off when an energy-sucking human crosses its radar. And I am learning to deal with them diplomatically and in short order, giving me back some time in my day. I was going to call it a jack-ass meter. But I like donkeys. I mean, I stop for donkeys, as my photo of the smiling donkey shows.

My beloved life-is-to-short meter measures the vibe in the general vicinity. Is someone looking to draw me into their drama du jour? "Your monkey, your circus," I'm thinking. And if I have to, I will blurt it out. Short, sweet, dealt with. Let's get on with life!

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