Ed says I am the most hopeful person he knows, that I can turn anything around. I can – and do – see the good everywhere.
Kristina says I am a glass is 90% full person. She’s right. I see the best in people. I live in hope.
But I am no saint. I hope they would tell you that, too.
I can be cranky. Irritable. Defensive. But not for long. Ed says my cranky is more cheerful than most people’s good day.
Not so. I can be bitchy. But not very often.
The fact is, I am terrified of wasting my time on cranky and bitchy.
One day, two towers came down. Four planes crashed. Many people died.
And of course, people die every day. Every way, sometimes, in awful ways – illness, accident, intentional harm.
This is not to minimise that.
But that day when the towers fell and the planes crashed?
Something changed in me.
- I want to
never be the person who regretsalways remember fondly the way I left a loved one. (Thank you, Kristina.)
- I want my last words, my last memories to hold or to leave behind, to be ones of hope, of love, of joy.
- I want to celebrate life, to savour every last sweaty drop, to breathe in colour and light, to exhale compassion.
We have right now in front of us.
Do we really have time to give it any less than our whole hearts?