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.