Post by Varmit on Oct 1, 2008 7:30:25 GMT -5
A caveat (this is not directly a “fly fishing post”)
Busy. Stressed. Worried. Overworked. Depressed.
Any of these sound like you? At some point in my month most if not all of these words are directly affiliated with me. There are times I stumble in the door feeling like I just went 9 rounds with Ali, Roy Jones Jr., and Mikey Tyson…just beat down.
This morning, I frumped into the office, logged on to my computer, and saw that I had an email from my wife’s cousin Christy. She is a drop dead gorgeous tall slender red head that would turn any red blooded man’s head. Super smart, and fully capable of engaging in any area of conversation, a world traveler, successful.
At age 34 Christy, who I do not think ever smoked, was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. , who I do not think ever smoked, was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. Her email this morning told me what I already knew. Christy is dying. A few quotes from her email are: “I see life so differently now”, “If you ever have a dicision to make in your life that you can’t figure out, have a near death experience and you will immediately find the answer.”, “It is so important that we learn what matters”, “Like Tim McGraw’s song says…”Live like you were dyin.”
How many times do you attack the river like a starving man? Dive into your waders and hit it hard? We race here and there, and everything seems to be pushed through so we can get to the next thing that we attack with the same negligent vigor.
We never really know when “that last day” might roll around. And think about just how poor our quality of life really is when we are so focused on getting to the next thing that we stop enjoying the “right now”.
This weekend, God willing, I will be hooking up with a bunch of friends on the river for a weekend. I hope and pray that on Friday, we will be so focused on reconnecting that we don’t even consider Saturday, or Sunday, or hitting work again on Monday. Sure, I am hoping for fish, good weather, a tent that is solid. But…if I get skunked, it rains nonstop and there is a hole the size of a basketball in the roof of my tent…I would hope that I could enjoy the living through it.
Living. For me, it just took a very good turn, as a gift from someone whose perspective is much more defined than my own.
~marc~
Busy. Stressed. Worried. Overworked. Depressed.
Any of these sound like you? At some point in my month most if not all of these words are directly affiliated with me. There are times I stumble in the door feeling like I just went 9 rounds with Ali, Roy Jones Jr., and Mikey Tyson…just beat down.
This morning, I frumped into the office, logged on to my computer, and saw that I had an email from my wife’s cousin Christy. She is a drop dead gorgeous tall slender red head that would turn any red blooded man’s head. Super smart, and fully capable of engaging in any area of conversation, a world traveler, successful.
At age 34 Christy, who I do not think ever smoked, was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. , who I do not think ever smoked, was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. Her email this morning told me what I already knew. Christy is dying. A few quotes from her email are: “I see life so differently now”, “If you ever have a dicision to make in your life that you can’t figure out, have a near death experience and you will immediately find the answer.”, “It is so important that we learn what matters”, “Like Tim McGraw’s song says…”Live like you were dyin.”
How many times do you attack the river like a starving man? Dive into your waders and hit it hard? We race here and there, and everything seems to be pushed through so we can get to the next thing that we attack with the same negligent vigor.
We never really know when “that last day” might roll around. And think about just how poor our quality of life really is when we are so focused on getting to the next thing that we stop enjoying the “right now”.
This weekend, God willing, I will be hooking up with a bunch of friends on the river for a weekend. I hope and pray that on Friday, we will be so focused on reconnecting that we don’t even consider Saturday, or Sunday, or hitting work again on Monday. Sure, I am hoping for fish, good weather, a tent that is solid. But…if I get skunked, it rains nonstop and there is a hole the size of a basketball in the roof of my tent…I would hope that I could enjoy the living through it.
Living. For me, it just took a very good turn, as a gift from someone whose perspective is much more defined than my own.
~marc~
