I’ve been alive for over 20,000 days. I’m not much of a numbers person, but if I calculate the remainder of my life, I estimate I have a little more than half of that time left. That puts a spin of urgency on my long list of things I hope to do before I leave, and a smidgen of strain around the topic of getting things done. If I look to the future and rush through my list, I’m not enjoying the moment. If I look to the past and wonder about the days that have gone by (why didn’t I get busy earlier, whoa is me), I’m still not enjoying the moment. Now, my feathers are ruffled.
Note to self: Add to list—enjoy the journey.