My days are sure different than they were a year ago. I am not the workaholic that I once was.
It's a drastic change.
Truth be told, I thought nothing would ever slow me down, nothing short of the end of my life.
But then, I didn't plan on brain surgery.
I found some old pictures of weaving from back when I actually was productive. I know I will weave rugs again, just not like I used to.
I will always be attracted to the color and texture of rag rugs.
Amazingly, I see the value of slowing down. Suddenly, I will be paying attention, savoring the moments, not pushing myself to produce. I will be mindful of every throw of the shuttle.
Grateful in fact.
As I find myself getting better every day, I find myself thinking a lot about what I want to do with the rest of my life.
I have been on a strange journey this past year, and it has had a huge effect.
I have been contemplating my bucket list. I think everyone should have one. It's just that as you get older, and experience life changing events, you are more inclined to pay attention to it.
Aren't there things that you love, things that you wish you had in your life, things you could be doing if you wanted to? Things that you put off, for one reason or another, thinking that you will do it.........later?
When is later?
That's what I'm asking myself.
I'm making a list. And it's not my Christmas list, either.
But a list should just be a reminder, nothing more. Just a whisper in your ear.
We live our lives on so many different levels. One thing I've noticed is that I live a lot of my life in my head, in the future. When today, really, is all that I have.