While staring at the ocean in a lovely spot with turquoise water, I was feeling quite smug about what I was seeing. Then of course my Manfriend who sees the world through rose-colored glasses, literally, brought me back to reality. In his world, the water wasn’t just a basic color. It was neon, and glowing, and almost three dimensional the way it popped. All the sudden, things changed for me. I wanted His world. Mine wasn’t good enough anymore, and I was lusting after something different. (Of course I am sooooo getting some of those voodoo glasses.) There are five regions in the world called the Blue Zones where people live a lot longer then anyone else. They are constantly being studied so we can all share in that elixir that keeps them healthy into their hundreds. Nothing they do sounds that extraordinarily different then the blah blah we all hear. And maybe even follow. Until we get some horrible disease that makes no sense and leaves us wondering why we didn’t just smoke and eat dessert. I would like to tell you where these areas are but you’re on your own for this one. I sometimes wonder what happens to people who have asked me for directions. I try to be helpful but I have to start marching to know my left from my right. Left…left….left right left. Can’t be brilliant at everything I guess. Anyyyyyway, I have to think these Blue Zone people have to have a mental heads up greater than the general populace. Just seeing the world in a different comfort zone. As someone whose decision-making skills sometimes resemble those of a squirrel trying to cross the road, I think that’s how a lot of us live. Or at least I keep telling myself that. We stress about everything and nothing. We stress about stress. Especially in America, our ancestors had to have passed down some nasty genes. Too much work to survive. And not enough turquoise water. No answers only more ponderings. Will continue to enjoy my kale with a silent ‘k’, and snag me some of those magic bean sunglasses…..