One year is a long time.
And so on.
That IS a lot of time.
But what if?
What if someone said…that is all you’ve got left…
Well, then I am counting seconds too…31,556,926 seconds.
Each and every thousand of them.
And hoping that there is more than that…but if not? What would I do?
Well, knowing my weepy self…cry for atleast 12 of those hours…maybe steal a few more.
But on the hour I DO decide to stop feeling sorry myself, I will hopefully realize this…
I was just given a gift.
My greedy butt was just given the Golden Ticket.
I would now know that I just wasted 43,200 seconds feeling sorry for myself. That I had places to go and people to see, and could have been half way to Disney with my family in the amount of time I spent blowing my nose and wiping my tears away.
So now that I have realized the Gift that has been given to me…the all-knowing…the fortune teller…the life sentence…whatever I compare it to…it came into my life for reason.
I will be THAT person…
I will travel, snuggle, kiss, hug, love hard, clean my house less, laugh more, get sad less.
I can be sad, but why? I know that each snuggle with my babies or husband means even more now…I should have known that before…but I didn’t…who truly does?
Those giggles or games of hide and seek with my kids, or seeing their faces light up one more time when they see Mickey Mouse or their favorite Princess at Disney, or when we pack up for a long full day at the beach…and then they all collapse…a sweet deep sleep after fresh sea air, hearts and bellies content and so full of love, and happiness. And I would stand over them, and be able to smile…and maybe shed another tear or two…as I realize that these are the moments that count…making memories of joy and happiness.
And even when the bad days might come, reminding my self that the Golden Ticket was given to me for a reason…
That I need to make amends…fight it out and make up…stop giving twenty second hugs…make them forty.
This is my fantasy plan of one year.
It is isn’t fair for anyone to ever receive that message…when someone has hopes and dreams and deserves to see them unfold just like any other person does…but it does happen.
I promise myself, that if it ever does…
I WILL let myself cry at all the things I may miss out on.
Then smile…and realize that every second counts… I will make the most of each and every moment...all 31556926 seconds of them.