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How Will You Spend Your Last 92 Days?

If you don’t know how you’ll spend your last 92 days, then you’d better think fast!

Why?

Because between today and January 1st, there are just 92 more days.

Quick question: When you first read the title of this post, did you think I meant your last 92 days, as in here on Earth? If so, good – that’s what I was hoping you’d think.

You see, I assert that your response to the latter can inform how you’ll ultimately respond to the former. Or, in other words, what you want your last 92 days in life to be like is something to think about when contemplating the 92 days left before we ring in another 365.

On many of the websites I visit, the experts are touting how important it is for us to consider carefully how we will spend this last quarter of the year. How will we get the most out our businesses?” they ask. “How much money can we make?” That’s all well and good. I may even think about the answers to those questions.

But what I want to suggest to you (and to me, too) is that we also think about what’s vitally important to us before choosing how we spend the gift of the upcoming days, and the all the ones that follow.

As the prolific writer Annie Dillard so wisely tells us, “How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.”

… which leads me to another quote for us to remember, from the also prolific writer, the late Stephen Covey, who said, “Begin with the end in mind.”

So yes, let’s ponder how to make the most out of our next 92 days. And as we do, let’s not forget to take Ms. Dillard’s and Mr. Covey’s wisdom into account. How do we really want to live, after all?

Do we want to die before we die, or do we want to live while we’re still alive?

After that sobering thought, how about a little levity? Check out how this guy (and his dog) choose to spend some of their time by clicking here.

Poetry and the Olympics: Remembering Papa

I missed writing yesterday – it just slipped my mind – does that ever happen to you?

So today, there’ll be two posts!  The first of which is in memory of my father.  Papa was never an athlete.  He was, nevertheless, a big fan.  And he loved the Olympics.  He was especially proud of the athletes from Auburn University where he taught, and most especially proud of those who had been his students, including Rowdy Gaines.  So naturally, I am remembering Papa, his last months, in particular…

I Remain

Six years since we heard the word,
Over five since you’ve been gone.
It took you fast,
It took you slow-
Ly. There was no pain
And then only
Pain.
I remain
Thankful

For the unpronouncably-named medications,
The couch in your bedroom
On three legs and a brick,
The place I supposedly slept,
And from which I listened to each gurgling breath,
Wondering, worrying, hoping, feeling
Guilty as hell.
I remain
Thankful

That there were cousins,
Some of them not-even-really
Cousins, bringing bread pudding,
Sharing in your care,
Nursing you in ways I could not, would not.
Thankful that you’d splurged
On the electronically-bending bed,
Purchased for pleasure, not knowing at the time
The need around the bend.
I remain
Not thankful

At all
For hospice
Not helpful
At all
In the end.

Damn them.

 

Laura Overstreet Biering, Copyright March, 2011