I am 72. This will be my 72nd Christmas. WOW. When I first heard that phrase, I was very young, in my 20’s, teaching, raising kids in a constant state of busyness, helping others, mostly children at the time, whenever and wherever I could. Breathing room and thinking and planning happened a day at a time. If I were lucky, then I could maybe look ahead a week or a month, marking occasions that needed preparation and chunks of time. I had no life path or a firm grip on what I wanted to be when I grew up. I was a human doing, not a human being. Life was a glorious rush from one day to another. I was taking it as it came, doing the best I could with what I knew. Life was full. Joyful some days and tragic others.
Putting one foot in front of the other was working for me. When I heard the line about the first day of the rest of your life, it slowed me down and helped me think about the future and not just the present. What did I want to happen? How could I get there? I loved teaching and coaching, and I still do. Where I found joy was in writing. I could teach and coach and not even be there. Writing would allow me to spread the word so that I could share any wisdom I had gained. I started journaling, teaching myself through the written word. The patterns that emerged from daily entries allowed me to consider options. Journaling is gift-giving to yourself. I hope you try it. It has added focus to my life for sure, and it may do the same for you.
Now I find myself here on Tibbs Eve, the Newfoundland day to enjoy friends before the family events of the next few days, realizing that I have fewer DAYS where I might begin again ahead of me than I have behind me. Remember that words are your friends. Use them over the next few days to remind people how important they are to you whenever you can. I am writing to you, my friends, to let you know how important you are to me, to wish you a Merry Christmas and to thank you for reading Love Notes.
Happy Tibbs Eve. And remember: Today is the First Day of the Rest of Your Life.
