I’ve aways had a tendency to “save the best for last”. Even as a kid, I used to leave my favourite part of the meal till the end, enduring the other boring or unpleasant bits till I could savour my delight. How on earth does a kid learn to do that? But I digress…..
As I grew up, this became behaviour that led to the best or special things “saved till a rainy day”.
So my special things were always packed away, and I lived on the seconds, with the idea of “that” rainy day always in the distant future. I’ve countless mementos from my travels boxed away. Prints laid flat waiting for a moment to be displayed. 21st birthday and wedding gifts boxed up.
This tendency permeated my thoughts, teasing me about when my “success” would come. When would “my day” finally arrive, the moment I’d finally “made it”, whatever “it” was.
But age has a way of poking and prodding my status quo and I’ve found myself increasingly reassessing my life not just each year, but almost every day.
I’m not the most adventurous of people. I’ve let many opportunities pass me by and sometimes I feel I’ve wasted many years. But a quote that keeps coming back to me lately is this:
“In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count.
It’s the life in your years.”
- Abraham Lincoln
Every moment I feel a pang of regret, I try and remind myself of this quote. I may regret things I never did, being such an risk averse person. But I can make the choice every day, right now, in this moment, to ensure my biggest life regret isn’t wallowing in a life of regret. That would truly be a wasted life.
So I’m not saving “the best for last” anymore. I’m not waiting for that rainy day any more. I’m trying to live more in the moment and enjoy the now. This is the only time I am assured of.
I finally unwrapped that beautifully gifted china tea cup and saucer from my 21st that I’d left in its box for over 20 years. It goes really well with another favourite “now” indulgence of mine; T2 Creme Brulee tea.
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