In this nascent new year, I am mindful that each new year brings one one step closer to one's mortality. After all, there's no rule that says I might not be taken out by a laundry truck tomorrow. I'm not being morbid, just realistic. Practical. It might, however, be a good idea to live each year as though it were your last. In other words, don't put off doing what you need to do to thrive and survive. Do what makes you happy. Do it now. Don't dilly-dally around when it comes to following your dreams. Do it now. Don't waffle about recognizing your desires and seeking the wherewithal to realize them. Do it now. Don't sit and stare at that blank page and think about breathing life into it -- sometime. Do it now. Don't be dilatory about laughing, dancing, playing, planning, working, updating, upgrading, revamping (or just vamping), getting a makeover, throwing out the junk, telling your loved ones you love them, or ... whatever. Why wait until you might be dead? Do it now!
Suppose I do become toast tomorrow?
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11 comments:
I, Kanrei, being of sound mind, hereby bequeath my entire estate to the Boogie Man. I do this because they threatened to take my thumbs.
My only regret in this life was that I wasn't gluttonous enough.
My tombstone says "Can't you hear me screaming"
I died in a modern art museum and will be missed by Kid Rock.
My name is KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDDDDD
Damn, Kan, I'd much rather be missed by the Kid than some stupid sponge. You lucky dog. LOL.
This sucks that you have to leave your stuff to the Boogie Man. I think he already has quite enough stuff.
Amen to that!
I, Roxan, being of sound mind, hereby bequeath my entire estate to the Queen. I do this because they made me rewrite my will then killed me.
My only regret in this life was that I didn't eat more sugar right out of the bag.
I second that emotion, Laurie. Right on, sistah!
So, Roxan, you're leaving your estate to ... moi? Yippee! It does suck that they killed you off, though. I think we should all eat more sugar straight from the bag.:)
I'm not sure I'm of sound mind at times, so I'll just let my wife do with me what she will when I'm gone. She can have it all.
You're the perfect husband, Steve.:)
Me has had five cups of espresso so iffin Me comment is a little jittery, you'll unnerstand.
Tomorrow was invented by insurance companies to keep you worryin (and payin premiums)bout what ain't in the bag. Yeah, Me keeps a stash in me monster hidey hole for rainy days, but me spends all the emotional lucre me can get me paws on.
STOMP.
You are NOT getting my jar of pennies!!! They are my greatest riches. Unlike a certain dead person, who I'm still ticked at, I will be leaving my plastic bear jar of pennies to my children to be divided up evenly. You get the empty jar. LOL
5 cups of espresso can really do a number on you, SM. Hey, it's good to spend emotional lucre, not so good to stash it.
I have a hidey hole. I'm not telling anyone what's in it.:)
Aw, now, Roxan, why you want to be like that? The will is final, and the will says I get the whole shebang. I guess I can muster up some compassion for your children, though. Give 'em the pennies. I'll make a planter or something out of the empty bear.:)
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