Early this morning I found my elderly cat, Sweet Pea, nestled in a box of trash I forgot to take out last night. She was sleeping so soundly that, when I woke her by calling her name and touching her ear, she shook her head, eyed me suspiciously, and hissed. She has been in that box for hours now. And that reminds me of my own behavior at times.
How easy it is to settle into habitual behaviors that, ultimately, amount to “trash”! Woody Allen is purported to have said, “My one regret in life is that I am not someone else.” Funny…sort of. But not really because I so often find myself thinking that if my life were just more like someone else’s, then I would have time to do the things I know really matter. Like putting more energy into turning my dreams into real life adventures.
But of course that’s not how it works. This life I’m living is uniquely mine, and the only one I’ll ever have. Which makes me totally responsible for how I choose to spend every minute of it. When I was younger, I belly-ached a lot about what I didn’t have time to do…and pretty much lived (alongside my cat) in a tiny little box of life’s daily trash. But getting older has taught me something about that. We really can’t escape spending some time in the trash box, but if we waste years of our lives there (as I did), that’s totally on us!
So what isn’t trash? Those dreams you keep postponing doing anything about. Take it from a much wised up Senior Citizen…you don’t have all the time in the world. So why not, in whatever time you have left, get focused on living the moments that will become memories you treasure?