Yes, I understand that nobody is going to look at a cryptic title. I also know that if I want more readers, I have to come up with more interesting titles. I don’t care. We are in November and in a little over 365 days, I will be the big 5 – 0.
Let’s face it, this year has been interesting and not always in a nice way. I have seen the two most important men in my life struggle with their health. I have discovered up close and personal what dementia is and I’ve had some setbacks of my own. This paragraph was written with the sole purpose of keeping it real without being rude. If you know me personally, you know what this is about.
The thing is, I am still here. In two weeks, I celebrate my 49th birthday. I refuse to let life get in the way of celebrating another year of life. Yes, there are always interesting things along the way. Some are great and some are not. The important thing is not that you fall down, it is how you get up. Me, I plan on spending the day doing something I like, because we’ve had so many days of doctor visits and hospital stays and people looking sad. It is enough. Let’s celebrate life as much as possible. Forget about the past and the future, think about today.
I know some days we don’t feel like celebrating. We all have those. You maybe are having one of those days right now. Just think about what you do have. If you are reading this, you have a computer or a cell phone with internet access. You probably have a roof over your head (even if it is not yours) and food. More importantly, you are alive. Do you have any idea how many people wish they had a chance to be here for one more day? Don’t waste it. Enjoy it. Bad days don’t last forever. Find the beauty in even the worst of days.
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This blog post was inspired by a conversation I had recently. A person I know is going through some serious medical issues and as he was taken to surgery, his last thoughts were about his bills. I am sure that in between, he thought about his family. I believe his biggest concern was not to leave his family paying his bills. Still, this was a wake up call for me for many reasons. It made me wonder what kind of life are we living?
I have been very frustrated lately about the progress of certain aspects of my life. I’m not where I want to be physically, mentally or emotionally. My gut is the one paying the biggest consequences. As you may know, I have a couple of medical conditions that get exacerbated with stress. So this week, the conditions have decided to give me hell to pay. Add to that the fact that sometimes, when you are feeling a little low, you like to eat some things that might not be the best food choices. You have the recipe for the week of pain.
When I had this conversation about death and bills, it suddenly dawned on me that some things are too important in life to wait for them to get fixed on their own. I decided my health comes first. I don’t know how I am going to pull this off, I need some time to get healthy again and to meditate and do yoga. Those have always been great ways to relieve stress and get back to the swing of things.
That made me ask the question: what kind of life are you living? I am not expecting you to be happy 100% of the time. What I am expecting is for you to live a life where health and life is a priority. We don’t live to work, we work to enjoy life. If you are in a spot where you feel like all you do is pay the bills and that is the reason why you can’t take a leave of absence, it is time to change your ways. Life is meant to be enjoyed. Hard work is necessary, and so is hard play. Don’t let your responsibilities kill you because if they do, you are not going to pay the bills anyway. I am having a chat with some people today. If you are feeling like my friend or like me, change is necessary. Do what is right for you.
I am getting older. Today I went to a place of business and I could not, for the life of me, remember my own cell phone number. Worse, I could not remember my work number. Now, keep in mind, this could be easily explained away by stating that I don’t call myself (cell phone) and I don’t have any reason to call my office because I don’t miss work.
Still, I felt like an idiot. Then I started thinking about death, dying and remembering things. I remember once a famous person stated that most people tip toe through life in order to make it safely to death. I would like to add that we are terrified to not get to the end in one piece. Where did we get that idea?
Think about it. How many people feel like their life is over when they lose a limb? or a house? or a lover? And then, shock, we discover, this is not so. We are all alive and we can even thrive, if we change our perspective.
And so, I ask you, if you, like me have been guilty at any point of tip toeing through life on your way to death, are you afraid? Afraid of what? God forgive you would have an experience that could change your life.
The next time you feel this way, remember this: when you die, you are either getting cremated or thrown in a box. Either way, that perfect body you are trying to hold on to, is not going to be yours any longer. I understand that for some, this is a gift from God to be taken care off. And yet, I am pretty sure your God would rather you live life and if you happen to make it in one piece, great. If you lose an arm, a leg, a finger, I think He will be more impressed with how you dealt with that adversity than if you died instead of loosing a limb.