We are in the midst of summer; the days are warm and humid in Wisconsin. We just had a streak of 3 weeks where I stayed in the house and enjoyed the air conditioning. It was too hot for me to enjoy outdoors. I don’t want to waste a day. It is time for me to adapt and make the most of it – for every day counts.
I recently attended a family party. People are getting older and more feeble each time I see them. Walkers and portable oxygen are becoming commonplace. I need to make sure that I am taking care of myself and making the most of my life. I need to eat right, exercise and take care of myself. Every day counts.
I still get the daily newspaper. Each day I read the obituaries. It is a good day if the majority who died are older than I am, for there are more and more listed that are younger than I am. It is a reminder that every day counts.
Every day counts is hitting home for me really hard. I have a birthday coming up. I am getting close to another decade. Questions weave through my mind. Have I accomplished all that I want? What experiences do I want before I die? We have but one life – am I living it to it’s fullest?
By Mary Guldan-Lindstrom