Next month I'll be Forty-five years old and after the oil bust of the 1980s , birth of our three children 1980-1983-1985, the change of small business on Main Street America vs. large malls and super stores , and the terrorist attacks last fall I wonder what happened . What happened to that young couple that was at the top of the mountain making lots of money and having a blast spending it.
Sitting here I realize a few things, yes I'm forty-five but Grandma is Ninety-nine so comparatively I'm still young. I still fantasize about being a millionaire , doesn't most everyone. We were forced to close the Pawhuska gallery but in turn it simplified my schedule and gave me more time with family. We do struggle to make the due date on our bills sometime but we aren't hungry or cold. My goals and dreams have not changed but my priorities are completely different I love my family, my home, my God, my gifts, my friends and my life. I'm anxious for tomorrow but bathe in today. Please don't squint your eyes to look at the new dawns light, let the sun warm your soul. Open your eyes and dance to the rhythm of Mother Earth. It is not the things we carry in our hands and pockets that make us rich but what is in our hearts and minds.
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