My grandmother on my father's side was a very important person to me. My parents used to send me and my sister and brother to her every summer. After a while it was my brother and myself, and then just me. I can remember some interesting tidbits of those sun-filled times...
She had lots of siamese cats. Only two or three were allowed indoors, the rest were outdoor cats. There was Linus and Charlie Brown and Minnie (Mouse) and other cartoon characters. I used to chase the cats and they used to run from me.
Grandmother would have us "feed the worms" ... take out any organic garbage and dump it into an old tub filled three fourths of the way up with black GUNK.
Sometimes she would have us "catch grasshoppers" ... we would put them in old milk cartons and take them down the hill to where a neighbor kept her chickens for her.
Other times we would go "blackberry picking".... those were the best times, we would get all scratched up and tired as heck, picking blackberries from wild patches on the side of the road, sometimes running like heck when the patch we were approaching would start to "rattle". We would bake blackberry pies when we got home and it was the best.
Or there was the creek/river that my uncles would take us to, and we would swim, and try to avoid the sea monsters that they would warn us about.
I can even remember collecting a half milk carton's worth of black river sand and taking it home as one of my favorite prizes. I would sit for hours with magnets sifting the san, pulling out all the little black bits that were magnetic until I had a great cache of lovely black magnetic stuff to play with with my magnets. The Consumnes River I think it was called. Placerville California. Summer memories... the very best ones.
AND what does all of this have to do with priorities? (I'm REALLY verbose today, aren't I?) .... ONe of the lesser impressions I gained from my time with my grandmother was how much I did NOT want to be like her. I wanted a house in the country on top of a hill with cats to be sure... that was paradise, but I wanted nothing so much as to live through my whole life and get to be her ancient age and be HAPPY. Because she just never seemed happy. She would often shock me by saying "Oh HELL" and bemoaning her life, saying how she would pack everything up and live in a tent. Her and my grandfather (whom she'd married and divorced twice) were always on about conspiracy theories. Grandmother did a lot of "things political" in her younger years. I can remember seeing pictures of her shaking hands with governors and I think even one picture of her with some president or other. One of the pictures was of her standing in the Governor's office with Ronald Reagan when he was the governor.
In any case, I remember thinking how "I won't be like grandma, I won't be OLD and BITTER". And that desire on my part left a lasting impression! I did NOT want to live my life in such a way that when I reached old age I was full of bitterness and regret. I once shared this desire with one person who felt it was a wrong goal for one's life, as she felt that desiring to reach an old age and be happy about it was akin to desiring to not live my life.
But to me, the most important thing was to live my life... LIVE it in such a way that I would have no regrets. Embrace every part of it. Enjoy the peaks and accept the valleys. When I make mistakes, learn from them, change, grow. Even learning to accept that not every one of my imperfections will be solved or perfected.
So my top priority in my life is to LIVE it.... trust and be trusted... help many of those who need and desire help. Give of myself as much as possible. And yet take some time for myself. To me, living my life in a way like this can only inevitably result in reaching many of my other goals.
Ah well, thanks for listening to me ramble.... it's nice to remember my summers at grandmothers.