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What would you do if tomorrow was your last day…

Your very last.  And you knew it.

Would you lie in bed and cry?  Hug all of your family members?  Take a walk on the beach?  Eat a huge steak?

I can bet I know some things you wouldn’t do…  Wouldn’t check your work email.  Wouldn’t clean the bathtub.  Wouldn’t watch a mindless tv show…

It sounds hypothetical.  But it’s not.  One day, tomorrow will be your last day.  I guess if you are lucky you might know that in advance.  And knowing would allow you to make conscious choices about how to use those last few moments of time.

But most of us won’t know when our time is almost up.  The end may just sneak up on us.  Or maybe death will be long and dragged out, leaving us in bed unable to make choices.

So, here’s an idea.  What IF…  What if we lived each day as if tomorrow was our last??  What if we made decisions each day on how to spend our time in ways that brought us joy and made our hearts sing?

Sure, there are going to be days when we have to go to work, clean the house, and get our annual check-up at the OBGYN or doctor.  I mean, life can’t all be roses and rainbows.  But what if we used our time, even time around the “have to”s, in a way that acknowledged our time on earth is limited.  Cuz honestly, TIME is in short supply. 

Don’t put off the things that bring you happiness.  Eat the cake.  Buy the motorcycle.  Dance.  Yell from the top of a mountain.  Learn to swim.  Travel to somewhere you have never been, or to a place you have been to a million times if that is what makes you smile. 

Celebrate TODAY.  Because none of us are guaranteed tomorrow. 





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