As I was getting things done around the house today during this gorgeous spring day, I found myself thinking about my late friend, Gerry. Nearly all of my memories of him are of parties. It got me thinking: the moments that will stand out when I’m 88 years old aren’t the ones made in my cubicle at work, they’ll be of parties, of vacations, and of time spent with family and friends. The good times. And when you think about it, those times are typically a small percentage of our lives.
It made me consider how much of one’s life is spent on things that just don’t matter. Far too much! I don’t think I’ll pass up future chances to take vacations, or turn down a party invitation, or forgo spending quality time with my family and friends. Life is just too short.