We’ve all heard or read the quote, “Live this day as if it’s your last.” None of us know exactly where or when we first heard or read it. Nor do we know who originated it. I figure it was created by some self-appointed sage who now creates memes for Facebook with the constant goal of a billion likes per share. Because really, think about it. Imagine that day, your last day on earth. Just imagine.
Here is how I imagine it would be like:
OMG the bucket list is incomplete. I haven’t made it to Alaska, the Mediterranean or even Newfoundland. How can I do that in a day? How can I do anything because there is so much to do? I haven’t published a second book. I haven’t got around to taking the new rug out of the box. I need to squeeze in one last paddle. And the phone calls. I need to let everyone know. I need to say goodbye. But I don’t want to upset them, but I need to say goodbye. I need to give some hugs. I need to get some hugs. And crap, I still have 287 pages left in the book I am reading.
I think I need to stop and have a glass of wine.
What a stressful mess my life would be if I lived every day as if it was my last.
… So I don’t.
I live every day of retirement as if I am going to live at least another thirty years. I ease into each day better late than never. I do a bit of yoga then enjoy a relaxing breakfast and a cup of tea while watching the birds out my window and gazing at my beautiful view, which changes constantly so I never get tired of it. By the time I am finished it is often around 11:00 AM. No panic, I have thirty years.
I don’t rush through things and check off a list. Nor do I feel guilty if nothing gets accomplished. I putt and I putt, either outside or in. I may go kayaking. I may work on a jigsaw puzzle. I occasionally make a phone call. I make plans with friends on different days. I make sure I hug them when I see them. If I’m inside, I look out the window some more. Different windows at different times of day. I watch the trees. I go for walks. I check out the garden no matter the weather. It can be snow covered and I will still check it out. Every third Thursday, I deliver books to people who can’t get out to the library. I make sure I tell my son I love him when I talk to him. I make sure we exchange hugs when we get to see each other. I have a nice meal and often a glass of wine. The Doc and I tune into some nightly entertainment. I read a bit of my book. I say goodnight.
Most days, except those that require stacking wood, cleaning toilets or other forms of necessary-but-evil labour, are relaxing and enjoyable. I never get bored and don’t feel as if I am missing out on anything important. So no thank you to living each day as if it is my last. I much rather my last day to be a surprise because I hate (pardon the pun) deadlines.
Thank you for reading.
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