IF I SHOULD DIE TOMORROW
And know that.
What would I do?
The first thought that came to mind was –
I would sit down in my morning Happy Chair with a cup of coffee and call as many people as I can.
And as I loathe speaking on the phone, having spend a considerable amount of time in my corporate life making and taking calls, this will be a big deal for me.
I’d write letters.
I’d visit my priest.
I’d take a long walk with the Captain and the dogs.
I’d dust my beloved piano and play (badly!) the first movement of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata.
I’d listen to Pavarotti sing “Nessum Dorma.”
And Libera singing “Going Home.”
I looked at this very modest list and asked myself:
“Why don’t I do this every day?”
In moderation and modified from day to day, of course.
Scrap the daily visit to my priest.
He’d no doubt wonder what’s come over me!
And change around what I listen to and what I play. (Still badly)
Call just one person.
Write just one letter.
Take that walk.
Spend half an hour at the piano.
Listen to some good music.
I rush. And stress. Then wonder why I have a headache.
Cyber Hugs and Blessings All. Slow down….