It’s Time

You know that expression, ”I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus”? Well, yesterday afternoon I nearlyย was that expression!

A bit of background : It’s been raining non stop, a steady drizzle interrupted by the odd downpour, for the past 40 hours. I am celebrating. And not just because I love the rain. ๐Ÿ˜› Water restrictions came to town last Friday. September is our heavy rainfall month around here – we didn’t see more than a few drops. Our main dam is now sitting at less than 35% capacity. The last census in 2011 showed that there are 267ย 007 people living here – we have largely increased in numbers since then. This rain is nowhere near to filling the dam, but it sure is helping!

And the roads areย very wet as a result.

So I leave the house at lunchtime to perform Mom’s Taxi duties with a smile on my face. The garden beds in front of my house are overflowing with water. The bucket next to it is almost full.

My celebration of happiness has been extended.

Now, as ridiculous as this may sound, one thing I don’t do is break the speed limit. That doesn’t mean I am a slow driver though – because Iย hit the speed limit in the given areas. ๐Ÿ˜‰ But when it rains? I stay in the slow lane where possible and I drop my speed by 10 or 20 – depending how fast I’m allowed to go in that spot ๐Ÿ˜‰ย  I suppose you could call me a careful driver, who isn’t a hazard on the road.

So there I am, pulling onto the highway, still in the euphoric state brought upon by this much needed and beautiful rain (and cooler weather – added bonus!) and I see that on the bridge up ahead, in the fast lane, there is a massive truck that has come to a complete standstill. This is a two lane highway, and I’m in the slow lane, so no problem.

Big problem, when there’s a massive bus coming up fast in the same lane as the truck! It was a good thing I glanced in the rearview mirror to see if I needed to warn anyone. I put my hazards on and slowed a little – but that didn’t help the bus. When you have that much steel at that sort of speed, and the roads are wet, braking hard isn’t going to do anyone any favours. So he did the next best thing, and swerved. While the front of his bus was in the clear and one could just say that he ‘cut me off a little’, I think he’d forgotten that there was a back side that would follow. I was reminded when I saw it coming to meet me at my drivers side window, and braked a little harder than I like to in wet weather.

Of course you know that my car skidded a bit – but the side of the bridge came nowhere near me. If I had been going faster, this ending would have been very different, and I’d be celebrating wetness in the river below that bridge. Although, as my son pointed out, if I was a speedster, I may have cleared that truck way before the bus arrived on the scene ๐Ÿ˜›

Admittedly, I was in a small amount of shock – but as I continued on my way, I actually laughed because I thought, “My gosh, I nearlyย was the back of a bus”! My friends often tell me that my reactions to close calls, where I laugh and think of something funny, is a very dark and unhealthy coping mechanism. Well, it is what it is, and I am what I am.

Right, the point of sharing this silly story with you is this :

I am not totally afraid to die. Fear of death is a very real thing, and is known as Thanatophobia. It affects people so deeply that even the thought of death gives them an anxiety attack. This is one thing I cannot completely identify with, but because I have other phobias I can understand and be sympathetic to their plight. I say ‘cannot completely’ because there was a time when I admit that I couldn’t think of anything worse than dying!

My journey in the past four years has been filled with epiphanies. The turning point for me was looking back on my life and accepting that my pain had purpose – I had lessons to learn and painful roads of the past to travel, because I needed to grow.

When I made the choice to accept the pains and hurts of the past, changed the way I viewed them, and turned them into opportunities of growth,ย Iย changed for the better.

Please don’t get me wrong. I do not mean that I will put myself in dangerous situations or do anything intentionally that will cost me my life. Neither am I advocating that you do, if you’re not afraid to die. It’s not about suddenly being irresponsible. And it’s certainly not about taking life for granted.

And I am not saying I want to die.

There’s just been a shift in me. I still will say, ”I don’t want to die”, but I will not allow that to be my focus or make me negative. Time’s a-wasting, and life is short, and you justย never know. So while I’d like to have the mercy of being around for a very long time still to come, I’d also like to LIVE while doing so.

Living means different things to different people. And it means different things to me, depending on the context in which I am saying it. The context today means this:

I want to feel alive. In order to do that, I need to remain in alignment with my values. I must not waste my days. I need to change lives, one life at a time. My values mean that I have an insatiable need to show kindness, motivate and inspire, and be courageous even in the face of pain and grief – especially when dealing with areas that need tweaking in my personality…to never stop growing and learning! These are to just name a few. And these are some of the reasons that I get up every morning – they put purpose in my life… along with the kids and dogs who kind of NEED me to get up every morning ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜‰

My friends, think about what it’s like to be alive. What drives you? What are your values at this moment in your life?

Because it’s TIME TO BE ALIVE!

Chase after the things that get your blood racing, follow your dreams, reach out if you have a need, spread kindness like a disease, feed your soul.

TAKE CARE OF YOU!ย 

Because YOUR LIFE MATTERS, YOU MATTER, and despite what you may think or feel, YOU make a positive difference in someone’s life and they’re very glad they have you!

11 thoughts on “It’s Time

  1. I saw a sketch by Charlie Mackey the other day. An animal is talking to a small boy and asked the boy: โ€œWhat do you want to be when you grow up?โ€ โ€œKindโ€ replies the boy. I smiled when I saw this and I smiled again when I read your blog. Yes, letโ€™s be outrageously kind to the world. Keep on writing.
    P.S. Your son was right, you drive like a girl.

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    1. Well then thank goodness I AM female ๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚
      Thanks for your comment, Wic.
      Great sketch, by the sound of it ๐Ÿ˜‰
      I’ll try to keep up the writing… and drive better ๐Ÿ˜›๐Ÿ˜‰

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  2. Thank you so much for your post it is important for us all to recognise that life and our purpose and reasons for living are all very different.
    Some it is love, the children, the opportunity to serve others.
    Nieztsche said ” He who has a reason to live can bear anyhow”
    Victor Frankl in his book Man’s search for meaning, recounts a conversation with one of his clients who had lost his wife during the holocaust and he wanted to die.
    Frankl asked him what it was that his wife would want him to do, his reply was to live and tell the truth about what happened to his wife and many others, he walked out of the office and never went back.
    We each of us have a responsibility to live our lives in the best way that we can and I appreciate you and your life experiences that can help inspire many others. ๐Ÿค—โค๏ธ๐Ÿ™

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      1. You too my dear friend ๐Ÿ˜Š
        Being new to WordPress how would I find your contribution to my site and thanks for that x
        I personally wouldn’t have deleted your post maybe just edited it a bit but I thought from what I read that you make some very valid points ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜Šโค๏ธ

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  3. “Spread Kindness like a disease”

    That is one of my favorite pieces of advice that I read on this post. It was ALL so lovely and engaged different feelings. At the beginning I had to take some very deep breaths getting through the highway driving part ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ฑ. I am NOT a fan of the highway….. it’s like in my mind, the road expands and cars are going 200 miles per hour. But when I got past that portion of your post, I exhaled, and laughed at your humor towards a near death situation ๐Ÿ™‚. We totally have that humor in common. Not to say it’s super funny when it happens…but, what can you do but thank God and then laugh it off? I am so happy for the rain! What drives me, besides my Faith…….My son, friends and hope, my love for writing and healing through it, while being given the privilege to help others heal through it as well.

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    1. Thank you so much for commenting and sharing. Those things that drive you? Your blog clearly depicts all of them. ๐Ÿ˜Š
      I’ve discovered that seeing the funny side is such a blessing…even if my friends think I’m strange ๐Ÿ˜› Negative emotions are reduced so much when I can chuckle ๐Ÿ˜‰

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