A friend of mine hosted a pool party yesterday. There was great food, good friends and wonderful conversation. Every time I'd cross paths with him, he kept saying, "Life is short. Life is short."
Indeed it is.
With headlines involving young lives needlessly taken by gunfire or 30-something celebrities found dead in their hotel room, it makes you stop and think.
It is so easy to say things like, "Don't hold back. Forgive like you have amnesia. Believe like a kid. Love like crazy. Be yourself." It is not quite as easy to put those maxims into practice. I don't really like the person that I've become in the last couple of months. I spend more time than I used to feeling sad, angry and resentful. I used to forgive easily, I used to believe dreams came true, I used to have the courage to love and be myself. I've always thought that with age, wisdom and a ticking clock would come the ability to do those things more freely. I guess I was wrong.
Life is short.
Cory Monteith died alone in his hotel room at 31 years old. His last post on Twitter was about Sharknado.
It made me think. Will the last thing I write be a blog post tinged with negativity and self-deprecation? Will my last Facebook post be a complaint about the heat and humidity? Will my last Instagram be a photo of what I had for lunch? Will my last tweet be about a really bad movie on the Syfy channel?
No. There is no better time to start telling my story than now. It is time to stop holding back, to start forgiving like I have amnesia, to believe like a kid, to love like crazy and to be myself. To become the woman of substance I know I can be.
Because life is short.
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