It’s been a hard week, and therefore I’m going to make this one short. I’ve experienced loss both firsthand and through the eyes of a best friend and it’s made me realize that time is, indeed, fleeting. Don’t sweat the small stuff. Tell people you love how much they mean to you. Make every moment count and appreciate what you have, because it could all be gone tomorrow.
This past week has made me think: if today were to be my last, would people say that I lived a good life? Would my friends and family know that I’m thankful for what they have given me? Would my children go to bed at night confident that their mother loved them fiercely?
I hope the answer to all of this is yes. I’m trying my hardest to ensure that it is.