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 them. 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 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, tell myself that it is
special.
Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God.