One Neptunian year

Yesterday on the way to the airport, Cheezy informed me that today Neptune would turn one year old.  How could that be?  I remember Neptune being a planet in our solar system since forever.  Is Neptune female?  Lying about her age?  So I Googled it.  She is actually 60,190 earth days old, or one year on Neptune.

As I near the end of my life and career choices (not that I’m going anywhere soon, but 60-something is definitely closer to the end than the beginning), I wouldn’t mind having another Neptunian year to sort things out.  I’d do a few things differently.

I’d be more honest with my feelings, and take more chances on love. 

I’d major in a “boy’s” degree – like chemistry, back in the day when degrees were more segregated.

I’d learn to “chill” more and spend more time living.

I’d listen better even when I didn’t really want to know the answers.

I’d fight my demons better.

I’d work harder at following through, actually remembering who was grounded for what.

I’d think before speaking, relinquishing some of my best lines for the sake of the Gipper.

I’d eat slower and dance longer.

I’d keep a better balance between comfort and a clean house.

I’d keep a journal and practice yoga sooner.

I’d cry less, and forgive more.

I’d take better care of my tools that rust when left out.

I’d be less self-absorbed and attend to others’ needs better.

I’d pay better attention to life around me.

I’d search out those friends who make me laugh, and never let them go.

Here’s to today, the start of second Neptunian year.  What would you do differently?