Life is Short

Yesterday I went to a "Celebration of Life" memorial service for an 18 year-old girl from the school district I work in, who died last weekend from injuries sustained in a very bad car crash. It was heartbreaking to be there and feel the pain of her family, friends, and teachers. This year was going to be her Senior year, she was a valued member of the basketball team, the volleyball team, and the choir. She had a lot to look forward to, and now it's all gone. As I was walking to my car after the service ended, I thought, "Dying is easy, Living is so hard."

I couldn't help but think of all the time I've wasted doing stupid stuff. Every fight I've ever had with my husband, my family, my friends...all of that was wasted time. Everytime I've vegged out in front of the TV instead of doing something productive or helpful has been wasted time. Every time I've put something off until tomorrow, and then the next day, has been wasted, wasted time. Life is short. I don't want to waste any of it. When I die, I want to leave behind more than an empty bag of chips and an impression of my butt on the couch.