I could use my mind to go back in time and revisit the heaviness and sadness that happened not so long ago, but who will that serve?
What will that do but cover this day in dust, and cut off smiles or jokes and laughter that is waiting to bust out?
I will work to dodge the incessant pull to relive the sad and painful times in the name of “remembering.”
I don’t want to miss opportunities or distance myself from what is happening now because my gaze and my heart are looking back. I will make every effort to choose better feeling thoughts about what was, is, and will be. This is my work. (But I’ll be damned if I take it too seriously.)
There are no eggshells for me today.
No doubt sadness and regret will creep in, but I intend to usher them out with a, “Don’t let the door hit you in the ass,” attitude. And then I will turn my thoughts to the good things that are happening all around me…and I believe it will make a difference.
I think I owe it to the people who left this earth before me to live this day the way they would if they could come back and hang out for awhile. I have no doubt that each and every one of them would tell me the same thing:
And so I will…