Life is a Gift, Open and Enjoy It

Friday, December 1st 2017. | Tips

There’s a bottle of perfume sitting on my dresser that I was given when I was ten years old! As you can tell I have packrat tendencies! For me personally, that routine started as a young child. There was more to it than not wanting to throw things off. I loved the feeling I had when I would receive something new, and wouldn’t want to spoil it with it unless it was something special. I’d want to save it for a special occasion. A new dress would sit in the closet for a special occasion to use it. Perfume would sit on my dresser, to not be used for every day, but to get a special ‘something’. This is a pattern in my life for many years.

Lately, though I’ve understood that this isn’t the best perspective to live life. I don’t want to be like that woman on the Titanic, who when was being lowered to the lifeboat said…”If I’d known that this was going to happen I would have had that Chocolate Mousse dessert.” This reflects a perspective on life which speaks a lie. It’s a false belief that if I like something today, I will not have the ability to look forward to anything great like that later on. This belief steals the joy from living in today’s and also lies to me about what the future could hold. Frequently it takes the sad or traumatic situation to cause a person to stop and take inventory their life’s view and way of life. For instance, allow me to tell you the way it occurred for Ruth.

1 day, out of the blue, Ruth got one of those devastating ‘phone calls’ which all of us dread receiving. Her sister Jane had passed away suddenly. Ruth went over to the house to help her brother in law with all the unhappy task of preparing for the funeral. They were in the bedroom deciding on clothes Jane would wear as she was put to rest. He pulled from the drawer some gorgeous lingerie wrapped in tissue. Ruth gasped as she watched the astronomical price on the price tag. “Jane purchased this in Paris 8 or 9 decades ago. She had been saving it for a special occasion. I guess that is it.” He said. It was exquisitely, handmade in silk, with a delicate cobweb of lace.As he slammed the drawer closed he said something that changed Ruth’s life forever. Every day you are alive is a special event!

After the funeral, Ruth started to evaluate her life from a different perspective. She started to see life as something to be enjoyed not endured. Ruth started to make modifications, although small initially, for Ruth they had great significance. She sat in the backyard more and did not worry about the weeds. She wore expensive perfume on normal days after all co-workers and cashiers have noses that function just in addition to party goers! She lit that candle that had been sitting as a centerpiece on the dining room table collecting dust. She got that cracked window repaired, that she had been meaning to do for years. She invited those friends round for dinner which she’d seen in the last sixteen weddings and said we have to get together.

 

Ruth determined that she’d live each day as though it had been her last. Now every morning when Ruth opens her eyes, she informs that this day is special. Every day, every breath, every second of her life is truly a gift from God.
Your life outlook changes when you begin living every day as though it was your last. You start to check at all of the things that you wish to accomplish in life and really get started!! You quit seeing everybody else doing it. Have the guts to start thinking “It’s my turn now” and do what’s in your heart.
Grandma Moses started a painting career at age seventy-six. Golda Meir was elected Prime Minister of Israel in 1969 at age seventy-one.
I recently met a lady in her eighties who, in the last two years, had been white-water rafting and trekking in the Himalayas.
Do not wait years, or until something traumatic happens to get your attention. Start today to reflect on your life’s perspective and begin living without regrets.

I love this quote from Peter Sage, speaker and entrepreneur :

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to slide in sideways, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, “Wow – What a Ride!”