The Last Day of My Life

Last night I had awful cramps for the first time in months. I took ibuprofen, smoked weed (rare), and this made my brain whorl. I laid there trying to ignore the pain in my legs and stomach and then wondered: What if the painkiller and the weed and the Traumeel (taken for an injured wrist) all mix together and for some reason I die in my sleep?

Would I have been satisfied with my last day on earth? I mentally went through my day and realized the answer was yes.

+ I was with my sweetheart.
+ We made love.
+ We were in nature most of the day, swimming in the river in the forest with our friend.
+ I plunged into the river off the rocks.
+ There was a gorgeous harlequin Great Dane there with the same name as my old dog (Lulu).
+ I talked to my mom.
+ I looked at gorgeous photos.
+ The work I did in the evening is work I consider worthwhile and important.
+ I ate yummy fruit and had raw chocolate.
+ I picked blackberries with my boyfriend’s kids.
+ It was sunny and a perfect temperature.
+ I texted with my best friend.
+ I got lots of sleep.
+ I got to spin some ninja weapons.
+ Nothing was rushed, we slept in, life was warm and sweet.

Of course there were other aspects that would have made the day “perfect.”

If that had been my last day alive, would I have regrets? No.Β  I want to fall asleep every night thinking that. Without expectations of perfection, we should at least be satisfied with all of our days.

Make sure you’re doing work you love, spending time with people you adore, eating things that you love but that also nourish and energize you, that you are exuding love, that you are enjoying the natural world, and that despite any setbacks, you are focusing on the positive things, because they are always there.

Recommended Reading:

Igniting Your Life: Pathways to the Zenith of Health and Success
A Year to Live: How to Live This Year as If It Were Your Last

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