I'm reading more
and dusting less.
I'm sitting in the yard and admiring the view without
fussing about the weeds in the garden.
I'm spending more time with my family and friends and
less time working.
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of
experiences to savor, not to endure.
I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and
crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink
unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom.
I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I
look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries.
I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties,
but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their
grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want
to see and hear and do it now.
I'm not sure what others would've done had they known
they wouldn't be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I
think they would have called family members and a few close friends.
They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences
for past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a
Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite food was. I'm guessing;
I'll never know.
It's those little things left undone that would make
me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn't written
certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry and
sorry, that I didn't tell my husband and parents often enough how much I
truly love them.
I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or
save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives.
And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself
that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a
gift from God.
This was written by an 83 year-old
woman to her friend.
The last line says it all.