So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom ~ Psalms 90.12
I read a book review of Pursue the Intentional Life on Incourage the other day, which offers up some recommended steps towards living an intentional life. One of the suggestions they noted was to count your remaining days. Assume you will be lucky enough to make it to the ripe old age of 70 and count just how many days you have left. Seeing as I just hit the 36 year marker recently, it seemed an ideal time for introspection. :o)
So here's my math (negating leap years ;o). 365* 34 = 12,410 days.
Lets round that up to a nice even 13,000 days (hey, I've got some longevity genes in my family with Great Grandma getting to 102??)
13,000 days.
13,000 days.... That sounds like a lot, doesn't it? Until I see I've "spent" 13,100 days already. Huh.
I keep flittering around the same train of thought lately. What is it I want to DO with my remaining 13,000 days? How can I spend them, each of them, in a meaningful way? Most days are meaningfully lived in the small every day ways, via the savored interactions with family and friends. But there are other days, more frequently now, that I feel like I'm meant to do more than I am doing. I have this feeling I'm being called, I just am not sure yet to where. My goal this year is to figure out the where... Or at least to try some other "wheres". The new tattoo was intended to be a daily reminder of this driving motivation, love over fear. Love makes my world larger and fear makes it smaller. So I choose to give love to this world and to stop letting fear in the guise of "practicality" guide my life decisions.
"You can fail at what you DON'T like to do, so you might as well take a chance on doing something you love." ~Jim Carrey
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