What would I do if this were my last day on earth and I knew it? Gather every scrap of cash I can lay hand on and fly somewhere. Not Europe because, by the time I got there, my life would be over because I can’t get there before tomorrow. But maybe Costa Rica or Brazil or someplace. But see—doing things like that don’t work because today probably isn’t my last day and if I don’t show up for work because I’m busy flying someplace, then I won’t have a job in the future. Because, to be honest, if this were my last day on earth, I would NOT go to work.
But I would hang out with my daughter and convince her to give up running around with her friends for the day. But I can’t do that every day and I don’t want to, to be honest. I love her having her own friends and her own life. I love her growing up and building something for herself and that involves having more people in her life than just me.
Or maybe living every day as if it is my last just involves learning how to love and appreciate every day, even in the little things of the day. Appreciating how it feels when I have the dishes washed and put away, the floor swept and mopped, the leaves collected out of the courtyard. Appreciating watching Comedy Central with my daughter and laughing together. Appreciating how clean sheets feel right after I have put them on the bed—how delicious they feel against my skin when I slip into them. Just learning how to take pleasure and satisfaction whereever I find it instead of rushing through those homely little kinds of things so I can go do something I really like. Learning how to like the simple things.
I think it also involves being more consistent in keeping my house clean because, let’s be honest, I would just DIE if I kicked the bucket and left a messy house for someone else to sort through!
