They say the only thing certain in life is death, and for the most part that’s true. But that’s a really sad notion to me. It brings to mind thoughts of bumbling through life with no purpose, like the Western films where the debris rolls through the corral before the baddie turns up. A listless wandering, no rhyme or reason, just millions of people patiently waiting to die.
Time is so easy to waste. A day sitting on the sofa watching TV, a weekend cleaning the flat and cooking dinners for work next week. Monday to Friday sitting at a desk, following the same routine during the same hours. Get up, go to work, eat lunch, work some more, go home, eat tea, get ready for the next day. Rinse and repeat until you have metaphorically gone all baggy from too many washes.
I’ve been following a blog for a few years now called 6 Months to Live, and its truly inspiring. Jacqueline also featured a writer this week called Kristin, about discovering a bear left by the family of a baby who died, and she has taken it on adventures ever since. (read the story here). Jacqueline has this phrase that I can’t shake from my mind, the thought of living life intentionally. Because how many of us do that? And how many of us just take it as it comes; if it does it does and if it doesn’t, there is always tomorrow?
It got me thinking. What would I do if I had six months to live? And more to the point what happened to the girl who stood in the garden the day of her 18th birthday dreaming of everything the great big world had to offer her? What stopped her from taking that checklist of dreams and stitching them into realities?
The answer is, fear. I had so many things I wanted to do, but in actual fact I’m a massive scardey cat. I didn’t move from my home town to London till I was 25, and now I wish I did it 5 years ago. The thought of stepping out of my comfort zone gives me the chills, yet there is so much that life has to offer and I suddenly have this renewed desire to seize it with both hands.
So my first accomplishment will be feeling scared and doing it anyway. Whats the worst that can happen?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not planning on jacking in my job and taking off like a barefoot princess around the world, but even small changes can make a significant impact to life. I love London, but I’ve barely scratched the surface. I want to get deep into the woodwork of what the city has to offer and push my limits. After all, happiness isn’t about the biggest paycheck or the best view out your bedroom window, it’s about things that money can’t buy. Joy, love, fulfillment.
Today is day one. I went for a run. Watch this space.
What inspires you?