A friends band was playing at a local establishment Saturday evening. Both D and Stacy wanted me to go. Stacy's husband is the lead guitar/singer of the band.
It was 8 PM and my son is asking me if I'm going out. Mind you - I was still in my pj's and had never even showered for the day. I asked him why he cared. "Go out and have some fun, you never go out!". There was no ulterior motive on his part.
How lame am I that my almost 18 year old has to push me to go out and have fun?
So I showered, fluffed and buffed and put on a face and went out. I had a couple cold ones and a shot of Zambuca. I even danced once! I used to be one that would never get off the dance floor. I was winded after one dance - how frakin' sad is that?
Time to get off the couch and the pitty pot.
Time to get back in shape and start living again.
What if, like my father, I died at 61? That's only 18 years away.
Do I want to look back on those 18 years and see that I spent them lying around like a useless lump, grieving and feeling sorry for myself?
I just started reading A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle. Go buy it, it'll cost less than your lunch.
I've realized that my Dad didn't waste a moment of his life. He lived every moment he could to it's fullest. He lived in those moments, not worrying about the future or grieving about the past.
He knew that all he had was this present moment in time, he would always be in the here and now.
I think it's about time I did too.