Yeah, I know you know. But really. You guys, really. Life is effing short.
Last year, Steph posted her September recommendations and something Amanda said about her birthday really resonated with me and I have been thinking about it ever since - especially as my birthday rears its pretty head.
It's hard for me not to get a little scared about my birthday and getting older. I'm not scared about the age or wrinkles or whatever - I'm scared because I'm one day closer to the thing I do not talk about, that I can't even think about without freaking the buggery out. I'm scared that I'm not doing enough. That I will look back and be mad at myself. Or I'll be sad I missed out on things.
Something I always try and remember is that every single 'old' person I have ever spoken to - and this ranges from when I was 5 and talking to a 21 year old, to now when I talk to my Nana who is in her late 80s - if they regret anything, it is never - literally never - something they have done. It's something they didn't do. Keep in mind I have never spoken to a murderer or person who tortures animals, hopefully they'd be the exception.
I try and live my life this way, I try to remember this daily. When people tell me they want to do something but are scared, I spout off the cliche 'you'll only regret what you didn't do' and hope it helps them. I was terrified of moving the US especially after KC and I broke up. But I knew I would regret it if I didn't go, and it all worked out in the end.
Sure, my life passes by in the day to day monotony and suddenly I realise I haven't done anything exciting or challenging in months. I haven't travelled anywhere or tried something new. I haven't stepped out of the oh so comfortable comfort zone. I get upset - hurry, I need to do something before my life is over! But sometimes that is ok - KC and I will be sitting on the floor in our jammies playing with our cats and just look at each other and smile - he says "this is what makes me happy, the little things" because he thinks I need to travel all over the world and buy all the clothes to be "happy". But the little things make me happy too - it all makes me happy. The small things, the big things, the good and the bad - the exciting and the monotonous - it all makes up my life that I am so lucky to live.
Life is short - and sometimes we can get caught up in thinking we've wasted our time, or we are "too old" to do something, missed our chance to do this or that, not in the same place as our peers or strangers on the internet. Next time you think to yourself that you are old and life is passing you by - ask yourself this: "if I died today, would I still think I was old?" No. You'd most likely think "No - I'm too young to go! I still have so much life to live, so many things to do!" And you'd be right. Life is short, and it's scary, and this post is very strange but all I wanted to say was that I am thankful for this life, thankful for lasting 28 years - here's to the next 28, heck the next 50. I'm not ready yet, I'm still so young. Here's to life!
Any wisdom to share? Go do something crazy! Or not.