This morning, as I was checking my Facebook feed, I found out that a former classmate of mine had passed away (the second in just a couple of months).
Now this post isn’t to lament on the fact that they are “gone to soon.” Because, even with my constant struggle to balance my religious beliefs with my personal beliefs (more on that later this month), I still believe in God and I still believe that when it’s your time to go, it’s your time to go. And, even though they will be missed, it’s not even really about the two wonderful men who are no longer here. No, this post is really about making good use of the time you have here, on Earth, while you’re here. How by not “sweating the small stuff,” you’re actually living a better life.
I try to remind myself that, every morning. If you’ve read any posts, I’ve written about the kid, you know that he is very… rambunctious. Well, take that, and add in a bit of stubbornness and a.m. slowness… you now have my typical weekday mornings. On Monday mornings, the hubs and I are both there (normally, he’s already at work when the kid and I wake up). This morning, the kid was giving the hubs a particularly difficult time. In an effort to get the hubs out of his funk, I tried to get him to smile. His reply, “I have nothing smile about, this morning.” To which I said, “That’s not true. You woke up this morning. You’re alive.” (I then proceeded to tell him about the most recent death of a former classmate. How he left behind children. How his mom lost a son.) “That’s true,” he said, thoughtfully. I think he got the point I was trying to make. I hope he got it. I get it. Do you?
I’m so sorry if this post was kind of “rambly,” but I just needed to pour out what was on my mind and in my heart.