The Valentine 4: Living Each Day



I am aware of the excess of cheese around “Living Each Day”.  For a blog like mine, with an equal excess of tongue-in-cheek idiocy and sarcastic humour, such a title seems grossly inappropriate, no?


The thing is, we are not all living each day.  I know I wasn’t, for a lot of years.  I was doing what I was supposed to do.  I was succeeding where I was expected to succeed.  I avoided failure (and risk) at all costs, and got remarkably good at hiding my best personal catastrophes.  There is a big difference between LIVING and GOING THROUGH THE MOTIONS, and I was a freakin' expert at that last one.

My kids, my husband, my friends, the pain of loss, the crush of grace – all of those things saved me from a cheerful “life” of careful preparation for my coffin.  I am so grateful to them.  For all of the fear, risk, failure, laughter, experiences, and pure joy they have given me.

For them, for myself, I am living each day.  You should, too.


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