Every day I wake up. Eventually. Some days I feel more motivated to actually get up once I’m awake. I take inventory of my aches and pains, review my “To Do” list for the day and try to find motivation to actually have my feet hit the floor. It’s easier if I have something interesting to look forward to—some place I want to be or something I want to do. Usually, I finally have to answer the call of nature or respond to the guilty feeling that my dog needs to be fed and walked.
Today I got up because I know that if I don’t then someone will have to clean my office. The simplest thing would be to get one of those big dumpsters you see at construction sites and just load it up with everything that’s in here. Ninety nine percent of it is of no interest to anyone but me. One of my kids might want some of the photos and photo discs I have accumulated and my husband might want the checkbook and bills. Actually, he can access the account on line and order new check books. Any unpaid bills will show up in the mail as second notices unless they are set up for automatic payment which most of them are.
Most of the rest of the mess is old cards I want to respond to, books I want to read some day, boxes I “need” to go though, music I want to put on my i-pod. Oh, yes, and way too many outdated manuals for things like Windows 98, Works 2000 and an array of computer games that I either never played or will never play again. Who even remembers “Qin-Tomb of the Middle Kingdom” or “Myst-The Surrealistic Adventure That Will Become Your World”? They are so outdated compared to the complex on-line games people can play now. Into the dumpster with all of them. Or maybe I should donate them to the church rummage sale. It would give someone a chuckle at least. Maybe.
Some days when I’m lying in bed thinking about whether or not to get up, I think of things I could write about. I think of the cleverest things just as I’m going to sleep or when I’m doing my morning musings. Unfortunately, I seldom remember what they are. Maybe that’s for the best. Still, I think I must have some things left to say--some wisdom or insight that would have value. More value than my old computer games at least.
Today I decided that getting up is an act of choosing life. Everyday, when we get up, we choose life--with all its aches, pains and disappointments. It’s our job to use the day to inject something good into today that will help us make the choice to get up tomorrow and the day after that. I’d better start a list.
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Choosing life is a good thing. Think of those we knew who would if they still could.
ReplyDeleteIt's not for us to assign a value to our lives. We leave that for others at other times. It's not for us to question why we did or bought or thought what we did, where we went, whom we knew. Others will do that for us, no matter what. It's enough that we are free to do as we please within the bounds of our laws, traditions and consciences.
It's not for us to question God's plans for us and ours. We leave to God that which is God's... everything.
None of us know the number of our days. We get up in the morning and ache sometimes and wonder what the meaning of it all is but then we put that aside and get on with the routine of living, because that's what we choose. Our lives will pass on some tomorrow. Today I choose life.