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 at
work.
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 my cousins would've done had they known that 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 they're 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!