My husband and I were driving along the streets of Payson the other day when a song came on the 80s Sirius station, I think it was called The Best Days Of My Life, because that was the refrain.

Anyway, this male singer was lamenting that he left his girl behind, for what ever reason.  Now he’s a man and he’s still thinking of that teenage girl he left behind.  Those were the best days of my life, he laments.

I started thinking, what a loser.  Why would you count everything after your 18th birthday as a total loss?  Everything?  Really?  Nothing has happened to you since then that was of the same value as that?

It’s entirely possible, of course.  But for me, it’s all been wonderful, even the bad bits.  The year I was 18 had nothing on the year I was 19 and got married to my still husband!  Or the year I was 23 and had my daughter.  Or the year…well, you get the picture.  Every year has had its ups and downs.  But by no means was my life over at 18.

There’s an old saying, the best is yet to come.  I believe it.  Every year I see new people, new places, try new things, travel, hike with friends, just live my life!  So don’t believe it.  The best days are not behind you, they’re in front of you.

Change your attitude and stop living in the past, if you do, and get out there and make yourself useful.  There are no end of things to do, people that need helping, places to see.  Get out there and make tomorrow the best day of your life. Then do it everyday.