Yesterday my husband went to work out and when he got home my plan was to go to boxing.  As I sat there waiting for the time to pass and get ready to go I realized that’s not how I wanted to spend my time.  I felt this urge to go to my parents house.  So that’s what I did.  I skipped boxing and spent the hour sitting in my parent’s backyard with my mom and dad.  And I felt guilty for skipping boxing because I had already paid for the month and have barely gone.  And then another thought popped in my head I don’t know how long I will have a chance to do this.  Of course this thought is intensified because of my mom’s cancer but it could be true for all of us.

So much of my time I live in fear.  What if this happens or what if that happens.  So much time wasted living in my own head.  I’ve just started to try to make it my mission to actually live.  I want to enjoy something in everyday.  I want to do the things that truly make me happy.  So last night I sat with my parents in their backyard and I am truly glad I did.