Friday, January 16, 2026
My mom told me once that I was not a “fussy baby.” But I sure as hell turned into a fussy adult. Now, I’m back to being a no-fuss baby.
Don’t fuss if you don’t want to do what’s before you. Don’t fuss if you have to do what’s before you. Don’t fuss if there isn’t anything to do at all.
Don’t fuss when a bill comes. Don’t fuss when a repair needs to be made. Don’t fuss when the doctor calls and tells you the so-called bad news. Don’t fuss when your personal trainer says, “Let’s do one more set.”
Don’t fuss when your least favorite politician gets elected and runs the country amuck. Don’t fuss when the traffic stops you and you’re late for the party. Don’t fuss when the Supreme Court overturns a decision.
Don’t fuss when the dog pees on the rug. Don’t fuss when you lose your keys. Don’t fuss when your flight is cancelled or when you get in the “slow line” at the supermarket.
Don’t fuss when the stock market is down. Don’t fuss when you look in the mirror and see another roll of blubber, more crows feet, and more age spots. Don’t fuss when your computer locks up, “running” something in the background.
Don’t fuss when you see someone on social media getting what you would love to have. Don’t fuss when someone snubs you. Don’t fuss when someone else is fussy. Don’t fuss at the news.
Tell me what good comes out of being a fussy baby? Be a baby of another kind. A big baby who loves it all, but never puts up a fuss.
And for God’s sake, when the grim reaper comes – don’t put up a fuss. It certainly won’t do you a damn bit of good to wag your finger at death. So, why wag your finger at life?