Tim McGraw stated it well;“I went skydiving, I went Rocky Mountain climbing,” “I went two point seven seconds on a bull named Fu Man Chu.
“And I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter,
“And I gave forgiveness I’d been denying.”
An’ he said: “Some day, I hope you get the chance,
“To live like you were dyin’.”
Now, this post comes to me on the heels of the tragic deaths of three phenomenal people who died way too young this past year in my life. All young, wonderful people who didn’t expect it. Bucket lists left behind with nothing crossed off yet.
They were waiting. Waiting to get things finished, to save more money, to get everyone else in their lives all settled and happy. The were waiting for a better time, more convenient time to do things the’ve always wanted to do.
How many women are guilty of this?
Okay, I’m pigeonholing here, but I can’t help it. So many woman work two jobs; a career outside the home, and the twenty-four hour career inside the home. When women’s lib said “Let women work!” they forgot to hire the substitutes to fill in at home.
How many of us are so busy being mother, wife, daughter, sister, career woman, housekeeper, cook, taxi driver, laundry service, community member, gardener, clerk…that we have no idea who we really are? Are we being honest with ourselves thinking we have to be everything to everybody? Is there an honest women out there who is willing to say…STOP! I need some time for myself, to be ME. Before I have no time left to get to know ME.
Those dreams that we keep telling ourselves, “Oh when the time comes, I’m going to travel, I’m going to learn to paint, I’m going to audition for a play….”, they are all put on hold for most of us so we can tend to others, be the caretakers society expects us to be. The multi-taskers we have to be unless we want to risk feeling…lesser.
I have many wonderful memories of my childhood, warm summer evenings playing in the yard until dark. Planting a garden and raising rabbits with my grandmother, learning to sew with my mother. I think I knew more about who I was as a kid then I do now. I spent a lot more quality time with myself then. The beauty of being a child, I suppose.
But as I get older, I find the memories get shorter. Time marches on, quickly.
I have to be an adult, I suppose, live up to my responsibilities. But wouldn’t it be wonderful if we took a little time to be a kid again. If we could re-create a little of that spontaneity, treat ourselves to just a few personal indulgences? Spend time getting to know ourselves again. Live a few days as if we had limited time left?
Someday time is going to run out. When it does, will I have taken the time to accomplish things I, the woman, have wanted to accomplish in the short time I have on this planet. Not I, the mother or I, the wife or I, the noble employee.
But me, the woman? Who am I? And when the hell am I ever gonna find the time to figure that out?
My bucket list is huge…play the guitar, travel to Europe, be in a play, get a book published, sell a painting, be a backup dancer/singer for Lady GaGa or Madonna. (Okay, I’m stretchin’ that one a bit.)
But how much time do I have left? What do I have to do to find the time to play the role of ME in this life of mine? I’m forty eight, healthy as far as I know, but who the hell knows what tomorrow will bring.
Will I get the chance to Live Like I Was Dying?
Is it selfish to want to do things for me?
How could you re-arrange your life to get back in touch with yourself, actually get things checked off that bucket list?
Are you brave enough to say, I love my life, my family, my blessings, but I’d like to give a go at something for myself for once?
Do you really know who you are?
These are all questions I’d love to have you ponder over today. Inspire yourself to really make the most of the time you have here on earth, not just for those you love, but for yourself.