Saturday, February 1, 2014

We May As Well Dance - Shared by Ginger Simpson 
These are not my words, although I did edit a few  They came to me in an email at an uncanny time.  A long-time friend just lost her 39-year-old son, and a few days later, my uncle passed away.  The words serve as a reminder that we never know when our time will come.  Whoever wrote this gives new meaning to "stop and smell the roses."
Read Very's pretty profound:

Too may people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it was coming, or are too rigid to depart from their normal routine.

I got to thinking one day about all those people on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back on their diet.  From then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible.  How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed?  Does the word 'refrigeration' mean nothing to you?

How often have your kids dropped in and you all sat in silence while you watched 'Jeopardy' on television?

I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, "How about going to lunch in a half hour?"  She would gas up and stammer.  "I can't.  I have clothes on the line, My hair is dirty.  I wish I had known yesterday, because I had a late breakfast.  It looks like rain."  And my personal favorite, "It's Monday."  She died a few years ago.  We never did have lunch together.

Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches.  We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect.

We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get the baby toilet-trained.  We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet.  We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.

Life has a way of accelerating as we get older.  The days get shorter, and the list of promises get longer.  One morning we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives if a litany of 'I'm going to,' 'I plan on' and 'Someday, when things are settled down a bit.'

When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she's open to adventure and available for trips.  She keeps an open mind on new ideas.  Her enthusiasm for life is contagious.  You talk with her for five minutes, and you're ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Rollerblades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.

My lips have not touched ice cream in ten years.  I love ice cream.  It's just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process.  The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-decker.  If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.

No...gone on and have a nice day.  Do something you WANT to, not some on your SHOULD DO list.  If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say?  And why are you waiting?

Make sure you continue reading to the end and you'll understand why I posted this.

Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground?  Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night?  Do you run through each day on the fly?  When you ask, "How are you?"  Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in bed with the next hundred chores running through your head?  Ever told your child, "well do it tomorrow," and in your haste, not see his/her sorrow?  Ever lost touch?  Let a good friendship die?  Just call to say "Hi?"

When you worry and hurry through your day, it's like an unopened gift...thrown away.  Life is not a race.  Take it slower before the music stops.

Show your friends how much you care.  SHARE this with everyone important to you.

Note from Ginger:  To those who've taken time to read this....I cherish you for being my friend.


Roseanne Dowell said...

Your post reminded me of the one by IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck. I remember reading it and thinking how true and vowed to change the way I lived. Did I? No. I guess it's hard to change when you're set in your ways. I hope I can do it this time. Thanks so much for sharing.

Juliet Waldron said...

Too true! And we often don't learn this until we get old. So many moments of simple happiness washed away! Thanks, Ginger!

Tricia McGill said...

These words are so true, Ginger. My hubby went off to play bowls and died suddenly, never to come home. It was 15 years ago but taught me the value of life and to this day I live life to the full and cherish my friends and family knowing that each day is a treasure. Everyone seems to be in too much of a hurry these days and should stop to smell the roses more often and appreciate what they have instead of yearning for things out of reach.

Diane Scott Lewis said...

Ginger, you are so right. I try to tell my son this, that there is so much to enjoy and experience, but in his depression he won't listen. There's much I would do over, but also much I would not change for myself.
I'm glad you're my friend, because you've been an excellent one.
We still need to go camping together!

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