April 2010

Live Like You Were Dying

I’m not much of a country fan, so I don’t know what it is with me and Tim McGraw songs lately!

A few days ago, my friends and I had a small discussion on Facebook after I posted this seemingly random question: “Let’s pretend that, as of today, we have exactly one year left to live. What will you do?”

Many friends postulated that if they had the time, the money, really only a year left, etc. they would do X,Y, Z. Some wanted to see relatives, others to pay off bills, or to see the world. But I clarified that my question is in regards to life right now, as we know it: If we could just live with the philosophy that this could very well be our last year (because, truth be told, it could; it always could), how could you create the life you want to live within your current situation and means? Or would you change your situation and means, perhaps? What would you do?

Pare Down Your List

Hopefully you’ve got a good Living To Do List going now, full of adventures, dreams, and desires that you hope to accomplish within your lifetime. I truly hope that for as many professional or “success” oriented items you have list, you have at least double that many things to simply do for fun! I don’t know how many people I’ve talked to who include learning a dozen languages, earning millions of dollars, and obtaining so many different degrees without being able to explain why they want to do these things.

On that note, I’d like for you to take a look at your Living To Do List sometime soon and pare it down.

Go Ahead, Grow Those Fingernails

I used to get so disgusted when I heard about people growing their nails out several feet (or longer) for fame or even simply for fun. How they heck do they eat, pick their noses, work? Just the look of those nails—often yellow, spiraling down like some kind of alien staircases out of a Wes Craven movie—were enough to send shivers down my spine. Ew…

But when you think about it, it is a personal choice. Some people are grossed out by tattoos or multiple piercings or biker chaps, right? None of those things really bother me, and if anyone said, “She/he is so gross for wearing that! How could she/he even go out in public?” about any of these people, I would probably feel offended on their behalves. To each their own, right?