What if you had died in your sleep last night? Would you be wishing you’d done yesterday what you didn’t do? Words that you regret not saying? Gratitude left unexpressed? Love left unspoken?
While the scenario is humanly impossible, it’s just the sort of exercise I throw at myself once in a while to see how well I lived the previous day as compared to my intentions. There’s a line of thinking that goes “when you die there should be plenty left to do in your “in-box”. To follow through on this morning’s exercise, I have to put away most of the things on “my to-do list” choosing instead what I mean to get around to more but never seem to even get on that list.
…call my son more often and travel to see him more.
…touch base at least once per week with my dearest friends.
…remember to congratulate loved one’s birthdays/anniversaries & on the correct date.
…pay attention and observe the world more closely when I am walking or driving.
…listen closer to what others say getting less caught up in my thoughts as they speak.
…notice more things to be thankful for. There are many more than I acknowledge.
…slow down when I eat and enjoy my food instead of making it just a necessary task.
…notice the sunrise, the sunset and the sky in between.
…communicate more with my brother who is the only close blood relative I have.
…say I love you more to a broader group of people than I usually keep it to.
…daydream more and actually do the things I dream up and really want to do.
…be less afraid of my feelings and openly expressing them.
…be kinder, more forgiving and less hard on myself.
…be quicker with apologies and forgiveness.
It’s interesting how fast that list came. I barely had time to type one before I was on to the next. Sometimes they came so fast I lost one or two before I could get them written. What that shows is the abundance of “should-dos” I am missing out on; a gentle wake up call.
The inspiration to write this came from the infinite source beyond me that I readily acknowledge. When I am truly ready to receive, inspiration always shows up. Often it does not come in the form I was hoping for, but rarely is it anything but what I needed. I am grateful for the well of the spirit from where understanding and insight flow to me.
Life is not lost by dying;
life is lost minute by minute,
day by dragging day,
in all the thousand
small uncaring ways.
Stephen Vincent Benét