Picking up where Lisa left off....a few years ago, I worked for a center with a mission to improve end-of-life care. While I escaped behind number crunching, my coworkers had front row seats to our patients' last days.
As expected, the patients who were conscious enough to talk often ruminated over their lives.
The trips they didn't take because there was no time.
The girl they never talked to because they feared rejection.
The job they let slip by because it was too risky.
There was no lament over having suffered embarrassment, indignity, or downfall. No bemoaning brushes with poverty or pain.
There is something comforting in knowing that in a long life, at the end of days, with all the perspective and experiences a human can possibly have, the only mistakes you regret are the ones you didn't let yourself make.
So you know where I'm going with this, right?
Make 'em. Make tons of them. So what? The older, wiser you won't care.
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Deep. Really. Thanks for this. I am inspired to try harder at the ukulele.
(This whole comment could sound sarcastic, read in the wrong tone, but I mean it.)
you lead the most interesting life :) It's nice to know I'm on the right path even if it may take awhile to get where I'm going.
xo
I really needed to hear this. At 50 I'm finally trying to step out of my comfort zone and take risks-- it's not easy, but I don't want to end my life wondering what could have been:)
With a name like Moonsanity I would have assumed you run naked through the woods howling at the moon! Tell me it's true!!!!!!
Ahhhh...I so wish that, but actually the name came about because we moved out in the country after living in the city for ten years, and I LOVED that I could see the moon from my bedroom at night, and it made me feel sane:) LOL
Of course, maybe I like the country so I can run at night! LOL
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