Don’t Forget to Live

So, I came across a small poem that I don’t know how I hadn’t seen in my 34 years, but it sure resonates with me:

First I was dying to finish high school and start college. 

And then I was dying to finish college and start working.

And then I was dying to marry and have children. 

And then I was dying for my children to grow old enough for school so I could return to work. 

And then I was dying to retire. 

And now, I am dying … and suddenly I realize, I forgot to live. 

So, I have this poem now, up on my wall at work, as a daily reminder of just how short life is. As the days go by, I think back on my days in elementary school and how they would drag on and on … but when I was in high school, remembering, wow – the days from elementary just FLEW by. As every chapter in my life has been written, the one before seems to have been executed faster and faster. Some days, I feel like maybe I have forgotten to live and don’t want to live my life that way!

This past Memorial Day Weekend was a truly beautiful weekend, that didn’t fly by. It was one that we enjoyed fully. It was filled with happiness, laughter and health. Good food, great company and family. For once in our lives, we were able to enjoy the time we had, without any worry or upset.

We bought new bicycles and rode them until our butts were numb. Like children, we pedaled fast, hard and let the wind blow in our hair, laughing as a rain shower began and we made it home in the nick of time.

We made steaks, bratwurst and enjoyed it together with each other, our loved ones and our dear neighbor. We all laughed at my sweet niece who was amused by the fan as it blew in her face, then oscillating away, only to come right back and surprise her, in a fit of laughter! We enjoyed those moments. Took those moments in and savored them. At least I did.

We spent an afternoon with my parents, turning their lawn into summer shape, edging, trimming the bushes, pulling weeds and cutting the grass. Myself, laughing at my dear husband when my mom made him cut yet ANOTHER bush after he’d put the hedge trimmers away. Him, poking fun at me for refusing to touch the smelly tarp that had been in the garage in a bin for lord knows HOW long. Me, just enjoying the feeling of pulling the weeds from the rock beds in the backyard, feeling the sun beating on my shoulders, not too hot, but certainly not cold. Just a perfect, perfect day!

After the lawn, we went to dinner with my parents at our staple, Sugarbush Tavern, and enjoyed a great meal. A great “nightcap” to a great day. The sun set, bellies filled, and we went home.

Everything about the weekend was exactly what the poem was teaching me, and I hope, for my sake, that I can continue to slow down, remember where I am, who I am and what I stand for.

For any readers … if I have any, I hope that you can do that same too.

Happy Short Week




As a choreographer, staffing researcher, dance technique cleaning professional, writer, entrepreneur, pet lover, ketogenic lifestyle liver, wife, dance competition backstage management pro and avid reader, many things in my life somehow, someway turn into original works of art, thus, becoming 'Accidentally Original'. It really is my mantra in life, and while I tend to not proverbially fly by the seat of my pants, so many things in my life happen accidentally and they turn out to be original and always for the best. Thus - the birth of "Accidentally Original". Welcome to the stories, misadventures, wonders, reviews, 'revues' and more of me!

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