My Story

Ok, so it’s been, what, a week and I have truly been delinquent about writing my thoughts as promised. You see, I think writers are the worst at trying to capture their own thoughts on paper. I have a much easier time conveying to others what I think they should hear by lending advice, or the like. Writers also have a tendency to knit-pick over every word used as if it suggests they are not creative or interesting enough, or not very intelligent at all. So I guess I am guilty of all of this and thus, it has led to more than a week of pursuing my own writing—my story.

I thought about what I wanted to achieve by blogging. Why do people blog? To tell a story--their story of live and love and the pursuit of somethingness. What that somethingness is I do not know, but I can write about the others because I am lucky enough to have experienced them.
I said early on that I am turning 35 shortly—days rather than weeks now—and that it is a big deal to me. Let me explain. Short of looking myself in the mirror and actually experiencing what others have said to me for years---that you really do take on a different look. Things are not as “tight” or “lifted” as they used to sadly rings true for me--but it also takes on a whole new meaning too.

Recently I learned that two people whom I know well enough to call friends are dying. One—the best-looking, most popular and best overall athlete in high school--from ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease)—and the other—an amazing mother of triplet three-year-old-girls and a boy six whom I worked with an have since become close to-- from multiple myeloma (cancer). When I first learned of these tragedies and the severity of them, I realized that we 30-somethings actually do have to be concerned with dying. I never did think of it before really. It is a true shock to my senses. I guess I always thought of people who are young to have died from a tragic accident, not something like cancer and certainly not ALS. I just didn’t think that was possible. And yet there they are challenged each day with facing death in the face yet living life to the fullest.

What I have learned from them is how to strive each day to live life to its fullest because we never truly know when the end is near. We all should take their examples and start living today. Far too often we bellyache that we’re not successful enough, or fit enough or smart enough.

What I have learned from them is this:

“When we choose to place our lives on hold until we think we are good
enough or attractive enough or thin enough or rich enough or wise enough, we
quite often discover, to our dismay, that life simply isn’t long enough. You did
not come here to wait. You came to live. Start living today!”

I also have learned that at this phase in live we have to ask ourselves, where are you going and what kind of mark do you want to leave behind.
There are three kinds of people:
1) Those who watch what happens
2) those who make things happen
3) those who wonder what happens.
What kind of person do you want to be? Makes you think, huh?

So maybe I started my blog off a little too deep. But hey, it’s my story, right? And thus my life, so lets all start living today.
Until tomorrow, God bless~