Living the Life I Love, Loving the Life I Live - Tom Bernstein
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Living the Life I Love, Loving the Life I Live

“Some men fish all their lives without knowing it is not really the fish they are after.”

– Henry David Thoreau


I think I must be the luckiest man alive.

For most of my adult life I have lived in one of the most beautiful places in the world – and one of the safest (disregarding grizzly bears and mountain lions).

I share the love and companionship of the kindest and most considerate woman I have ever known.

I have wonderful kids and grandkids that I love very much, and they love me too.

I even have two awesome dogs.

Although, like most people my age I’ve had some issues, overall I enjoy robust health.

I’ve never made a lot of money, but the bills have always gotten paid, and there’s always been food on the table. Also, I’ve always been proud of the work I’ve done to put it there.

These are the things that are important in life. I am truly blessed.



  • With you in this! Only one dog though… it is indescribably precious to arrive at my 7th decade, and be glad. To have learned- finally, sincerely- how to love better, to have created comfort and to be a contributing person- that describes satisfaction to me. This landscape, and the ability to get out into it and the friends who are also comfortable in it and yearn to Be in it, feels essential to my sanity and my capacity to be generative. Strangely maybe, big sky, big mountain, big pine, big lake, makes me feel small, and the smallness is reassuring. If the vast range, the endless plains weren’t there to remind me, I might think everything was up to me. Phew. It’s not.

    October 22, 2017
  • Sarah McMahan

    I’m happy for you, Tom.

    November 4, 2017