These last few months I feel that I began to lose who I am, my own essence. I took on roles intensely. Mama. Job holder. Christian woman. I tried to fit into molds that simply will never hold one like myself. And I got sad. Like crying in a bookstore while reading the back of books and telling G that I just feel so intensely sad for no reason. But the reason is this: I am who I am, and I will never fit these molds in a way other people find acceptable. And that's okay. Because I rock anyway.
I have some facts for you. Well, one mainly. And by fact, I mean proven by my own testing many times over. "All the world's truths can be discovered in a glass of wine." And why may that be? I think it's because we're the most honest while enjoying wine. Not to the point of drunkenness or even being tipsy. Just that moment when it begins to warm your veins and your thoughts wander to what you truly love, what you truly believe.
What I believe is that life is so incredibly short that far too many people reach middle age and panic because they've been in a delusion that it lasts forever. I don't want to hit that point. Instead, I'd rather choose to wake each morning and hit the ground running. Living. Creating. Loving.
So let's cut the bullshit. Each day should be a celebration, full of joie de vivre, romance, and perhaps a little bit of mischief as well. What would you change in your life if you knew you only had a year to live it well?