A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with his hair fashionably combed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, was moving to a nursing home. His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready. As he manoeuvred his walker to the elevator, the carer provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window. ‘I love it’ he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. ‘But Mr. Jones, you haven’t seen the room yet, how can you say you love it?’ ‘That doesn’t have anything to do with it’, he replied. ‘Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged …. it’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It’s a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I’ll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I’ve stored away, just for this time in my life’. If you don’t like something, change it. If you can’t change it, change your attitude.
Enjoy the journey.