Last Friday

February 7, 2014 · 14 comments

in An Inspirational Life

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Fist bump. It’s our last Friday. I kiss Gerry goodbye and head out into the unexpectedly snowy morning on my way to work for the final Friday I’ll spend in the office. Next week will be a short one bracketed with a retirement lunch for Gerry on Monday and a retirement celebration for me on Thursday. On Friday the movers will load the moving truck and we’ll begin our next chapter.

The past twelve months have been a time of lasts in my mind. A year ago I was planning my last garden in this place, we enjoyed our last summer on our patio, I cooked my last turkey in this house. More recently we’ve been taking note of the last time the housekeeper will come and planning for the last time we have to make dog food before we head out.

I’ve marked the days by what’s to come: one hundred days until we retire, one more month until we’re home, two weeks and the movers will be here packing. Today: one week until the movers are here to load the truck.

Anticipation. Looking ahead. That’s been the underlying theme over the past year as we’ve made plans and crossed things off of our list and prepared to step into the next phase of our lives. The planner in me has found comfort in marking these milestones, checking them off the list, and seeing progress being made.

But as we prepare to cross over the threshold into the transition I’m looking forward to not looking forward. It’s time to focus more on enjoying and appreciating every moment in this life God has blessed me with.

Since my birthday a couple of weeks ago I’m acutely aware that I’m now the same age my mom was when she died suddenly and that’s an odd feeling. None of us can know the exact number of hours we have been given for this life, and I know I’ve spent too long racing through every day and letting precious and simple moments that will never come again slip by.

Author Shirley Showalter shared her personal goal with readers recently and it struck a strong chord with me. Her life’s mission is to “prepare for the hour of my death by living one good day at a time and to help others do the same.”

In these past couple of weeks as things on my list have been crossed off, as we’ve seen our plans come together, as I’ve started to relax, I’ve sensed a slowing down within me, a desire to “live one good day at a time”.

In a little over a week when we move into our new home I’m sure there will be moments of “our first (fill in the blank) in our new home” but my fervent desire is that I learn to slow down and more fully appreciate every simple moment I’ve been gifted to have in this life.

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