Making the Least of It

A few weeks ago, I entered the scariest season of my life.  I felt a mass in my right breast, and a cloud of questions and fears enveloped me, ironically clearing my vision.


Questions emerged: What if I only have one year left to live?  Two?  Three? What would I do? What would I not do?


I realized that I would:

• Hike, and Swim, and Be Outside more.
• Write more about my life following Jesus, as it has been the joy of my life.
• Smile.  Because smiling is so much more fun than frowning.
• Get married. (Cause I want to share my life with someone.)  And have sex.

I realized that I wouldn't:

• Worry about my life and future plans.
• Care about what people think about me. (Any more than I currently don't.)
• Buy many more material things. Instead, I'd just give the money away.
• Do any work that doesn't bring me joy.
• Complain about the end being near because every single day has been a gift from God.

So, instead of doing more with my life, I find myself wanting to do less.