Birthdays are a reward for having shown up 365 days in a row. It's like getting a badge for attendance.

My longing to improve my looks via The Body Shop is being replaced by my longing to improve my looks via Photoshop.

While I do not believe the earth loaned to us by our ancestors should be plagued by chemical horrors and thereby corrupted for future generations, neither do I believe I should have to face anything that has more eyes than I have during dinner. It was my rule when I was dating and, heck, it's still my rule now.

Most cooks would not, for example, prepare an important, elaborate, and difficult dish on the back-burner. Neither should we relegate the cultivation and preparation of happiness for a position where it is both hard to reach and difficult to infuse with new ingredients.

If anger were mileage, I'd be a very frequent flyer, right up there in First Class.

Birthdays are a reward for having shown up 365 days in a row. It's like getting a badge for attendance.

If you know you can do it - if you can already chart every day in your future - then why bother? Choose to do something you have more trouble imagining. Take a chance.