We only have 86400 seconds in the day

“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us. – J.R.R. Tolkien ” Peace out Trevor the Otter

Live like we’re dying

There is only so much time that we have on this earth, only so much time to spend in on  existence. Learning from the life threatening car accident that I was in half my life ago, I know that life could be gone any moment, and we need to use this time to the fullest extent.

Speaking of that, I started this post on Throwback Thursday so songs from the’90s were emanating from my cell phone, and I heard a Sublime song,

Well, life is (too short), so love the one you got
‘Cause you might get run over or you might get shot.

The lyrics from this song are absolutely true, proving that we need to take full advantage of every moment that we have; every moment that we have to fulfill our purpose and to make a difference in the world.  That is the main reason that I write.  To possibly share my ideas and experiences with others dealing with the same type traumatic injuries or any type of disability or disorder; to provide a positive optimistic outlook even in difficult situations.

As the year has changed to 2016, I have begun reflecting on my life, the purpose and what is currently happening.  Aside from my ambitions to write a great book on overcoming obstacles, this January thus far has not contained much excitement.

What did I do all day?  I’m always busy, but never seem to get anything done.

1. Walked and fed the fur-baby Chazz.
2. Breakfast and coffee while Bible studying.
3. Proverbs31 Online Bible Study
4. Read and answered emails
5. Started writing a blog post, which was abandoned when another thought comes into my head.
6. Got on my Kindle and downloaded and looked at Bible devotionals
7. Book Hoping; from a book on prioritizing and organization, a book that the sermon series at our church will be discussing, a book on overcoming the things that we can’t get past.
8. And I cleaned house

My structure and organization of my day comes in the written form.  Writing is my current j0b and organizes the structure of my day.  I’m still a social person, a girl that I met last night for coffee said that my former job at the nursing home was super mentally and physically draining.  I needed to stop working there and regroup.  I know I still want to help.  I am helping, though in a non-financial way. through showing my support in Traumatic Brain Injury groups, by using my testimony at church and through helping organize the Prayer Shawl Ministry.  Staying at home I am also helping; I am caring for my Chazz *fur baby, managing and cleaning this house, and trying to get organized, cooking laundry.

A person on the outside looking in on me would say, “Wow- she has a lot of time to get to reading,” or “She should have written 2 books in all of the time it has taken here to think about writing one.”  I am working through the layout of the book in my head, and am trying to get past the basics of *my story* first.  Reading and writing seem like free time activities to me, so naturally they get pushed to the edge of the cliff.
I must be sure to see that my hopes and dreams don’t fall completely off the edge…

[Images taken from a motivational quote from Trevor the Otter.  trevordeotter@gmail.com]