I can’t get out of my brain today.
We had a listener call in this morning and tell us about her experience with finding out she has an incurable brain tumor. She seemed happy though. Not with the prospect of dying, but she sounded confident that she could enjoy the rest of her life. I want to hug her for being so brave.
I know one day I’m going to die. It could be tomorrow, it could be 60 years from now. I just have no idea how I would handle it if I knew for certain I would have an expiration date in the next few years.
When it comes down to it though, it shouldn’t make a difference. I don’t want to wait until I know I’m about to croak to start getting the most out of life. I know in the big scheme of things- a long vacation to Hawaii or letters to everyone that I know would never leave me fulfilled.
I try to stay away from being too cliche, but the one cliche I want to wrap my arms around is the old adage, “live like there is no tomorrow.” Perhaps there is a reason it has been repeated so often.
Some days, I feel like I’ve accomplished this 100%, but other days I throw the towel in. I’ve noticed lately that the days that I keep active, consciously stay cheerful, and am friendly to people even when I just want to hide away-I go to sleep feeling happy. It gives me a sense of accomplishment.
It helps to be aware of the things that really make me happy. I could go on for hours about my boyfriend John Cusack, or Dr Who, or the annoying guy trying to make me give him money… but at the end of the day- talk is idle. It isn’t really living at all. I want to start DOING more.
Today I will laugh as much as I can. I will write love letters and smile at strangers. I won’t sigh out of frustration. I won’t stress about things that I can’t change. I won’t put off doing the things I can change. I’ll exercise. I’ll perform any chance I get. I’ll watch less tv and have conversations with anyone who will talk to me. I’ll sing loud and find an excuse to dance. I’ll spend a few minutes every day talking to someone important in my life. I’ll meditate. I’ll eat healthy.
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