I was doing that thinking thing this morning after I woke up. You know that type of thinking, right? It's after you wake up...when you plan out your day...plot your revenge...put off going to the bathroom...and you're happy about this or sad about that.
Anyhow, I had this thought: It's a good thing breathing is an unconscious act...because my mind is so damn busy thinking these things...and feeling sorry myself...that I'd forget to do it. (And then I would die.)
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What is "Thirty Seconds"?
It’s not the most original of ideas, I’ll grant you that. I had a friend point out to me that everyone knows that life “flashes before your eyes” when you die.
I’ve heard it before, but I feel that my little wrinkle on that cliché gives us a more finite, touchable idea of what that flash must be like. "Thirty Seconds" is easier to quantify than "a life."
After my wife's cancer diagnosis I decided that there is an urgency to filling our lives...our "30"...with moments and actions that leave us full...and content.
Our "30" is a journey on which we are both passenger and pilot. We make hopeful choices every moment of every day, some more noteworthy than others. Ultimately these choices fill our "30" and create our destiny.
I’ve heard it before, but I feel that my little wrinkle on that cliché gives us a more finite, touchable idea of what that flash must be like. "Thirty Seconds" is easier to quantify than "a life."
After my wife's cancer diagnosis I decided that there is an urgency to filling our lives...our "30"...with moments and actions that leave us full...and content.
Our "30" is a journey on which we are both passenger and pilot. We make hopeful choices every moment of every day, some more noteworthy than others. Ultimately these choices fill our "30" and create our destiny.
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