A friend gave the following piece to me a few months ago. The proverbial light bulb flashed on above my head when I read it, and I really think that it has changed the way I look at my life. It may not do the same for you of course; you may have gone through life picking daisies in abundance- as I have been trying to do since.

Now this is the risky bit: your opinions, please, Mudcat friends?

Noreen

A final note on stress is best said by 87-year-old Nadine Stair from Louiseville:

I'd Pick More Daisies......

If I had my life to live over, I'd try to make more mistakes next time. I would relax, I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I would be crazier, I would be less hygienic. I would take more chances. I would take more trips. I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.

You see, I am one of those people who lives prophylactically and sanely and sensibly, hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I have had my moments, and if I had to do it all over again, I'd have more of them. In fact I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead each day.

I have been one of those people who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a gargle, a raincoat, arid a parachute. If I had it to do over again, I would go places and do things and travel lighter than I have.

If I had my life to live over, I would start bare-footed earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would play hooky more. I wouldn't make such good grades except by accident. I would ride on more merry-go-rounds. I'd pick more daisies.