Yesterday I truly spent too much time over-thinking me. Oh, if only I had done whatever or I wonder what would have been if instead of that … I did this??
I am a day early for my next post, but thought it best not to leave my worn ego up on top for too long. Not that I don’t miss the old crochet hooks, it’s just that when I woke up this morning, the sun was shining and I realized how much I love my magical keys.
I decided life was too short and I went to Mr. Google to find something funny I could quote to prove how life is much too short to hang your head down for too long.
I found the original lady of the daily blog, or what was called in her time, the syndicated column. The quintessential funny housewife, the satirical mother with a quick joke to cheer on other housewives and mothers … Erma Bombeck.
Shamefully, two years ago I was able to buy her entire collection of books from a used book seller for a total investment of under ten dollars. Her family estate should convert it all to digital and let her spirit ride once more as it should.
The forerunner of the humorous daily blog …
I give you the piece she wrote when she discovered she had a fatal desease.
If I Had My Life To Live Over … by Erma Bombeck
If I had my life to live over, I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television – and more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.”
There would have been more “I love you’s”.. More “I’m sorrys” …
But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute… look at it and really see it … live it…and never give it back.
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