The radio show on my way to work was asking what listeners would do if you knew you were going to die at 2pm. Given my kids were too far away to reach, I concluded that if like to think, at least, that I would carry on to work as usual. That if it wasn't how I'd want to spend the last day of my life, one of hopefully many days in my entire existence, then why was I doing it? Why would we ascribe more significance to the last day over any other day? I think it's a great question cos it can help us reflect on what it is we really want to be doing with our one wild and precious life. It helps us consider why we put off doing whatever it is we really want to be doing.
Today I hope to spend time with people who mean a lot to me. I hope to eat lovely food. I hope to read, sing, take some lungfuls of fresh air, offer encouragement, feel connected. It has started well, a very surprisingly lie in dreaming til 10am. I've also now had a good read in a bubble bath, something I so enjoy yet rarely do! I know we don't get choices about all that happens, so there may well be rubbish bits today too, but I hope to make the most of all I can. We're only going to get today this once. I hope you enjoy it too :-)
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