There is always something to not like about our life, about life generally, about the experience of being alive. If we let that become A Thing, we get divorced, quit our job, move to a different location, take up drinking and/or drugs, maybe enter psychotherapy, and allow it to become the center of our attention, around which everything else competes for attention. The unrelenting and on-going task of life is to make our peace with the way things are. "Adjustment and accommodation, Kid. Adjustment and accommodation." Growing up is an eternal round of coming to terms with what we do not like. The idea is to do that with grace and aplomb, and hardly a wrinkle in our management of the day-to-day. But. We grow up against our will all the time. We get tired of it. It gets old along with us. And we are ready to go before that time comes around. I keep a mental list of things I won't miss when they are gone-- or when I am, whichever comes first. And acquiescing to the inevitabilities becomes, along with taking a shower and brushing my teeth, a regular part of each day, in a "This is the way things are, and this is what I can do about it, and that's that-- and that is the way things are," kind of way. I also adopt my own advice about "No expectations (Why would I continue to expect things to be different than they are?), no agendas, no plans, no opinions," and remind myself to do that regularly throughout the day every day. And just keep getting up and meeting what meets me in a day, doing what needs to be done, when, where and how it needs to be done, because it needs to be done, an letting that be that because it is, with as much graciousness and compassion as I can muster, knowing that I don't have to like it, but it helps if I do it like I don't mind it, "faking it 'til I make it," all the way. Like I'm playing a role that requires a certain response to certain things, no matter how I feel about it, or wish I had a different role to play. Whenever the undesirable comes my way.