32,000

That's about how many more days that I have left to live. Morbid? No. I didn't count 'em up to depress my days, but more to uplift them. I'll admit, I was surprised. I thought I'd have a few more than that {bytheway, I'm counting up to 80} and it got me thinking. Okay, if I don't think that 32,000 is very many, I better make each day up until that last one worth it.
And I am most definitely NOT going to suppose that I will die some tragically early death. No no, I'm a healthy lady {well=except for the 2 Neapolitan shakes and countless frenchy fries that I've consumed in the past 2 days from In-N-Out: not my fault.}
So, with such a limited number of sunrises and sunsets that I have left to enjoy, I figure that each one needs to be the best! If I don't make every single day something to look back upon with a smile on my face, what's the worth. And if that 24 hours is useless, I'm wasting the little time I already have left to do it all.
I'll admit, "it all" is a little bit broad, and I have a good reason for that: I don't know what "it all" is. But fortunately, I suppose I can spare a few days to figure that out. And isn't that amazing? Every single day has potential. Except for some very abby-normal circumstances, each moment can be profound. The frightening thing is that destiny, like everything, is socially defined; which means that we define our own fate. Frightening? Yup-it's terrifying, but beyond the terror is exhiliration. Wow!! What happens tomorrow is yet to be seen. I'm not gonna lie, there are some things that we can't change {like that fact that I MUST go to the post office tomorrow!} But the moments in between are wide open. And those are what matter aren't they?
I'm asking a lot of questions here, I realize that, but that's how you learn. I think the whole notion of "magical thinking" is beginning to blossom.