I have a friend who lives
by a three-word philosophy:
Seize the moment.
Just possibly she may be the
wisest woman on this planet.
Too many people put off something
that brings them joy just because
they haven't thought about it,
don't have it on their schedule,
didn't know it was coming or
are too rigid to depart from their
routine.
I got to thinking one day abou
t all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner
that fateful night in an effort to
cut back.
From then on, I've tried to be
a little more flexible.
How many women out there
will eat at home because
their husband didn't
suggest going out to dinner
until after something had
been thawed?
Does the word "refrigeration"
mean nothing to you?
How often have your kids dropped
in to talk and sat in silence while
you watched Jeopardy! on television?
I cannot count the times I called
my sister and said, "How about
going to lunch in a half hour?"
She would gasp and stammer, "I
can't. I have clothes on the line.
My hair is dirty. I wish I had
known yesterday, I had a late
breakfast, It looks like rain. And my
personal favorite: -"It's Monday".
She died a few years ago.
We never did have lunch together.
Because Americans cram so
much into their lives, we tend
to schedule our headaches.
We live on a sparse diet of
promises we make to
ourselves when all the conditions
are perfect:
We'll go back and visit the
grandparents when we get Stevie
toilet-trained.
We'll entertain-when we replace
the living-room carpet.
We'll go on a second honeymoon
when we get two more kids out of
college.
Life has a way of accelerating
as we get older. The days get shorter,
and the list of promises to ourselves
gets longer. One morning, we
awaken, and all we have to show
for our lives is a litany of "I'm
going to," "I plan on" and "Someday, when things are settled down a
bit."
When anyone calls my
'seize the moment' friend,
she is open to adventure and
available for trips. She keeps
an open mind on new ideas.
Her enthusiasm for life is contagious.
You talk with her for five
minutes, and you're ready to
trade your bad feet for a pair of
Rollerblades and skip an elevator
for a bungee cord.
My lips have not touched ice cream
in 10 years. I love ice cream.
It's just that I might as well
apply it directly to my hips with a
spatula and eliminate the
digestive process.
The other day, I stopped the car
and bought a triple-decker. If my
car had hit an iceberg on the way
home, I would have died happy.
Now...go on and have a nice day.
Do something you WANT to.....not
Something on your SHOULD DO list.