Sometimes life ends too soon. This year, I saw friend after friend lose someone they loved. And in July, I said goodbye to my friend Cinnamon Smith, yet another beautiful person whose life ended too soon.
The phrase, “the good die young,” seemed rang true more than ever this year.
Last week, my hometown dealt with yet another tragedy. A young mother lost her life at only 23.
I used to search for reasons why such tragedies occur. But I’ve come realize that tragedy often times has no rhyme or reason.
These losses are beyond my comprehension. In the midst of grief, I can never grasp why such good people are taken from us, but I do know that these deaths remind us how fragile and precious life is.
If I’ve learned anything over the last six months, it’s that life is a gift that should not be taken for granted. And that our time on Earth should not be wasted on pettiness, heart ache or regret.
I’ve learned to embrace those who build me up and walk away from those who tear me down. I cherish the time I have with love ones, because I know that time is a gift and not a guarantee.
Things that used to bother me- disappointment, rejections, criticism- seem to roll off my back much easier. In light of so much heartache, I’ve gotten a new perspective on what really matters.
A year ago, I couldn’t imagine the thought of not having a full-time job. I thrived on my busy schedule filled with deadlines and obligations. But today, I see the slower pace of my freelance work as a gift. My open schedule makes me readily available to spend time with family and friends. And I find myself able to be fully present with those I’m with, my mind no longer rushing a million miles an hour. I know my schedule won’t always be this laid back. I’m optimistic that full-time employment will be part of my future, but for now I’m going to enjoy this gift of an open schedule with a grateful heart. Life is too short not to enjoy it.
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