One of my friends at work has become increasingly unhappy at work in the last several years. Now when you see him and ask how he is, he says "One day closer." And I invariably ask him "to the grave???"
He means that he is one day closer to retirement. Yesterday I asked him why he was waiting. He has worked there long enough to retire with a very good income. He is "holding on" for a few extra bucks. I asked him if it was worth all this misery for a few dollars. And then I probably crossed the line and lectured him - I said "this is your life. Every single day of it. Don't wish it away."
When I was finishing my master's degree it got so old and tiring, I started counting the days until graduation. I posted them on a whiteboard outside of my office. I was sober 17 years, so I really should have known better.. but I did it anyway.
On September 11, 2001, in all of the heartbreak and chaos, I looked at that whiteboard and saw that I had 90 some days written down. I was counting off days, like something to be endured and not enjoyed and relished. I thought of all the people who had died that day and would probably have given anything for one more day of life, no matter how difficult.
So this morning I wanted to count how many days until spring. But I think I shall endeavor to enjoy this day for all that it brings. No matter how "good" or "bad." Or brown and cold. I will watch the wind and notice all the debris on it. I will watch the geese who congregate below my office window. And I will make phone calls, and see what I can bring to others - instead of looking for what someone is going to give me.
We are born today and we die today. All we have is today. Let's live it.