Precious, Sparkling Days

Everything is blurry. The year is whizzing by just so fast and I don’t know where the days are all going. We’re literally almost a quarter of the way through 2019. What??!! It was Christmas Eve yesterday, wasn’t it?

I read something tragic while in the poppy traffic gridlock. A couple eloped, the man was diagnosed with an aggressive cancer shortly after, he fought and fought only to be screwed over by misdiagnosis and wrong treatments. He passed and his wife was commemorating him by telling of how well he used each day both before and after he knew of his illness.

She wrote all of the heartbreaking and sweet details of how they said goodbye and it has been echoing around in the back of my mind all day. I’m still shook up.

We’re each given a certain number of precious, sparkling days on Earth. So how will we use them?

It makes me feel a little frantic - Am I where I should be? Should I be further down the road by now? Is this it? Am I making enough? Oh my God, am I enough?*#%? ...and then a little calm because it separates the “this matters” from the “this isn’t worth sweating” for a second between email notifications and alarms and traffic lights.

The warm sun filtering through the sunroof.
Someone who loves me kissing my knuckles.
This delightful dinner (How are sweet potatoes so good?)
My phone lighting up with a call from “Home.”
Feet that are healthy and yearn to go see the sun wink goodnight.

Today, it’s the little things are that are the big things.