It took a very sad event for me to truly realize, and accept, that our tomorrows are limited. For too long I have let life get in the way of doing things that give me pleasure. I never stopped working or creating but there was always something else that needed to be done and I would set aside the "just for fun" project I was working. Over the years I have learned that to do my best work, I need to focus completely. In the same way that I like to work alone, in a quiet room, I need continuity when ideas are flowing and once I set a project aside, it's very hard for me to re-light the fire.
January 31st my youngest sister went to a friends house for lunch and shortly after arriving suffered a massive stroke. I caught the first flight out for CA and arrived at the hospital in time to have a few minutes with her before she stopped breathing. She had never regained consciousness but I felt she knew I was there. I stayed a couple of weeks, helping where I could and just being with family while we tried to understand and accept what had happened.
It was on the flight home I began to thing of all the things I kept putting off because there was always tomorrow. For my sister, there are no tomorrows. Our days are numbered, yours, mine and every person you know. We need to make the most of every day we have, to live in the moment. There will always be things that can't be postponed, and things that can't be completed today but along with doing the things necessary to make a home for ourselves and family, we need to remember to stop and smell the roses, to enjoy the beauty of each day.
Today is the day the Lord hath made, rejoice and be glad in it.
Jan
