There’s nothing like a sharp dose of harsh reality to bring everyday life into perspective. I found out this morning that a friend’s got cancer. He’s the second friend this week. Both seem to have caught theirs early and preliminary prognoses seem good on both counts. That’s the upside. The downside’s obvious. It’s cancer.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about age and evolution. I think it’s one part approaching birthday, one part career shift, and two parts weddings and babies. Toss in having to go for my 3rd Couric, and you’ve got a recipe for some serious big picture contemplation.
I’m not wise enough at 30-something to have the answers, but I do know this much. While it’s inevitable I’ll make some adjustments in the coming months, I can’t think of anything offhand I would opt to go back and change. Moving forward, it’s got to be about living the mantra – waking up every day and loving what you do. With your time. With your space. With passion.
It’s all slightly melodramatic, I know. But now that most of us are beyond the indestructible youth stage and onto the “do you have a good doctor?” stage, I think it becomes even more important to think big and push hard.
(insert immature naughty giggle here)