I found myself in a cafe yesterday, drinking a delicious Americano and eating a scrumptious brownie, waiting for one of my best good friends, contemplating life in my journal. 

I do this often.

I wrote these words, “I love my life. I truly and utterly love my life. It’s strange, this contentment, and the silence that is left after the panic to fix things disappears.”

And then a nervousness crept in – what if I lose all of this?

This reaction is a product of a lot that has happened in my life and I think, on some level, it’s natural. We all fear change. And, like it or not, we could lose it all at any moment – we could lose our jobs, lose our partners, get sick. The bottom can drop out and we can’t control how or when.

So what’s left? What do we do?

Simple: cherish every single moment. Accept its fleetingness and give it an extra squeeze of love.

Love every morsel of your life.

mxo