How does one go two years, seven months, and six days between posts?
Well, you can ask me but I probably don’t have a good answer.
- Lack of commitment
- Life got in the way
- Long story
- Lame excuses
- Can’t think of any more “L” words
- Wait! Here’s one…
Those of you who know the real me and my family know what’s been happening since hip surgery. And selling mom and dad’s house. And the village experience. And our personal pandemic/lockdown/illness stories. Maybe I’ll tell some of them.
I’m undertaking an ambitious challenge. A blog challenge. 31 posts in 31 days.
As you can see, I’m off to a dubious start. It’s 10:15 here, 11:15 on the East Coast. That would be PM, not AM. But that’s okay! I’m still writing. And that’s my first love.
Not posting doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing. I did post once to ThePhilosophyofDave. January of 2021. But I didn’t cross-post here, which was my intent. But… (checking list of excuses above), #2.
Several long posts on Facebook, too. But the reach on those has been throttled. But not as much journaling as before.
That changes today. And for the next 30 days. Minimum.
I hope I have something worthwhile for you to read.
In the meantime, I’d appreciate your encouragement. There’s a great deal on my heart, what I need to say, what I have to teach. Not like I’m some master professor. More like, lessons I’ve learned and consider them worth sharing.
Since Mom died in July 2019, life has changed dramatically. Suddenly, Kathy and I are at the top of the family tree. The old timers. Those next in line, with one foot inching closer toward the grave. It’s a sobering thought.
Dad died at 82. Mom died at 82. If that’s the pattern we follow, I have less than 18 years left.
If you knew you had 18 years left, would that alter how you’d live your life?
How about if you knew you had 18 days?
How about 18 hours?
What if you knew you only had 18 minutes?
Of course, none of us know how long we have. That’s in the hands of Almighty God. But the reality is that the longer you live, the closer you are until the last day you live.
Have you made plans for how you’re going to spend the rest of your days or years?
“Plan like you’re going to live forever. Live like you’re going to die tomorrow.”
Life is wonderful. Life is tragic. Life is unpredictable. Life is a challenge. Life is glorious. Life is a miracle. Life can be exhausting. Life is exhilarating.
What would you like me to write about? I’m open to suggestions.