The End of the World? Maybe.
So today is the day. A religious group is saying the world will end at 6 PM. In my heart I know that this is not true but if it were I ponder how I will spend this day. What will I do differently? Who will I be with? In what way will I change my actions?
I look back on how I felt hearing the news break on the day of the 911 tragedy. With so much uncertainty in what the next moments would bring, I wanted to huddle close to my daughter and my animals. I thought of my brother, sister and father all living far away. I called all three and before the conversations ended I told each I loved them.
Life is fragile and we all have a secret expiration date. Most think death won't happen until they reach an advanced age. Some are right and some are wrong. Death can come at any age at any time.
So why do many live each day hating what they are doing, ignoring those they love, and being thoughtless and mean to others? I think it has to do with fear, especially of lack or not having "enough." What is enough differs for everyone. For me it is love, adequate food, shelter and transportation.
The day of 911 I did not worry if my electronic devices were the newest thing or if my clothes were the latest style. That day I had an "ah-ha" moment on just how important things and the quest for things were.
So what would you do today if you just had until 6 PM?
I won't change my schedule much today. I will still hang my laundry out on the line- I love that fresh smell. I'll walk with the dogs and play with the cats. I'll clean up the house some- I like the way it looks when I'm done. I will go and massage a dog that is very ill. I love what I do. I will call my family and friends. I will hug my daughter when she wakes up and smile at the people I pass along my way. I will treat others like I would like to be treated. If something goes wrong, I will shrug my shoulders and chalk it up to "S**t Happens." It will be a good day. At 6 PM, I will have no regrets.
