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 savour, 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 '19.49 for one small bag of
groceries.
I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for workers
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 apologise and mend fences for
past squabbles.
I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever
their favourite 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 lustre 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.