Last time I blogged (like a billion years ago), I was smack dab in the middle of a juice fast. I'm proud to say I completed it, and it felt wonderful! Like most of the things I get excited about, I was pumped, jumped in with both feet, got bored and moved on. {Reason #347 I'm still not married} Who the H-E-double hockey sticks has time every morning to juice, anyways? I'm lucky if my shirt is right side out!
Moving on...this blog isn't about juice.
For obvious reasons, I, like all of you, have done some serious thinking in the last couple weeks. I have felt broken and helpless for the state of humanity, and I have felt hope, because well, I believe there's always hope. There is much that needs to be discussed and much that needs to be done. But that is for a different blog on a different night. Tonight is about a silly thought that crossed my simple mind. I've always placed myself in the "don't take a single breath for granted" category. I have traveled. I say I love you often. When life has given me opportunities, I have jumped at them. When something scares me, I usually do it anyway. Don't get me wrong, I've totally spent seven hours in my underwear, eating raw cookie dough, and watching 80s sitcoms on Netflix {hello, The Wonder Years and Cheers, am I right?!}, but overall, I feel like I've got a pretty good grasp on "life is short". So, I'm not sure if this is weirdly morbid or totally silly, or both {probably both}, but I find that when I post on Facebook, I always think about how it could very well be the last thing I ever post on the ol' book! I know, I'm ridiculous, but to me, this is a very scaled down version of "how do you want to be remembered?" I try not to post anything negative or boring, because if it IS my last post, I want the people that love me and miss me {this is all based on the assumption that at least a few of you would} to see that last post, and remember me as the girl who decorated way too early for Christmas, who took board games way too seriously, who liked eating soggy cereal, and who loved Jesus and the people around her, not as the girl who thinks the bank teller is an idiot, or complains about her job.
Morbid? Perhaps. But there's no guarantee that my heart will keep beating tonight. There's no promise that my lungs will keep filling with air. Who's to know if someone I encounter tomorrow might be hurting deeply, and in turn, decide to hurt me? I might live to be a hundred and nine and have 37 grandkids. I might be done here before having ever been in love. It's okay, either way.
So, that's just a silly thought I had about Facebook posts. I guess it kind of turned into something a little deeper.
Here's to living on purpose! If this becomes my last post, I hope it makes you smile, and I hope it inspires you to do one or all of these things: Go for it! Search out truth! Eat dessert first! Eat only dessert! Say what's on your heart! Ride scary rides! Other inspiring things! {If not, let's grab coffee and hug tomorrow!}
Oh yeah, James Dean. He is quoted as the one who spoke the famous "Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today." I wonder if he did. What a yummy man.
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