15 Minutes to Live
I just discovered the #Trust30 online initiative and 30-day writing challenge that encourages you to look within and trust yourself. Since it is well past May 31st, I am already behind. (Story of my life.)
But, that’s not going to stop me. (Also, story of my life.)
So, here goes… I have just been told I have 15 minutes to live. Here is the story that has to be written.
Shit, I don’t have time to write a story. I have to hug my kids. I have to tell them to be fearless in the pursuit of self-knowledge, self-love and the life they want to live while they’re here. Don’t wait as fucking long as I did to catch a clue. Decide now what you want out of life and then go get it.
Don’t let others tell you who you are! And it’s ok to change your mind. A thousand times, if that’s what it takes. That’s not being flaky – that’s calibrating the direction of your journey with each new thing you learn about yourself and the world.
Your mama loves you far more than I took time to tell you or show you. And you will do that, too. And it’s ok. That doesn’t make you a shit. It makes you a human being, sure that you’ve got more than 15 minutes left.
And for everyone else I love, same thing goes for you.
I love you. Don’t make me haunt your ass.
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