Push Play for: "Enya's Tomorrow"
I'm reading more and washing the car 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 at work. Whenever possible, life
should be a pattern of experiences to savor, 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 $28.49 for one small bag of
groceries.
I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties, but
wearing it for clerks 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 my cousins would've done had they known that
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 apologize and mend fences for past squabbles.
I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese
dinner, or for whatever their favorite 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 wife/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 luster 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.
Author Unknown
