A favorite by Linda Abbott and the very first Sculpted Blooms I made in college. Image by Darkershadesofbrown
It seems every year around this time I think way too much. Tis the season to turn another year older, in 5 days exactly and what my birthday brings besides the standard (much loved) celebrations is a smidge of nagging doubt.
I attended a viewing yesterday of a 94 year old man who up until 2 years ago was still mowing lawn and shoveling snow. Amazing. I sat with family last night for hours, celebrating this man’s life and expounding on my own and those of so many I love. We gathered to celebrate what was his last year and all the 93 before so full of verve, dedication and commitment. I didn’t know this man well but in just a few short hours last night he taught me a lesson. Every year passes, every day passes too quickly. Some days are loud, some are a whisper and each emotion that comes forward whether anticipated or not is an opportunity to live your best life or fall short.
I choose live my best life, to resist the temptation to worry my days away.
I choose to dive into each moment no matter how small it might be, because they all count.
