October 21st, 2015

Gift of the Day

There are no bad days. Some are so-so, some are good, and some are downright momentous. Today falls in the latter category.
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Any day that we move and breathe and have our being is pure miracle, if you ask me. We – frail, random collections of cells that carry consciousness (and a conscience, if we’re lucky) - through no merit of our own, have been given the gift of life. How we spend that gift is what qualifies each day. I just spent mine writing the final chapter in the first draft of my third novel. I am exceedingly proud of myself. I am also humbled. I could have chosen to waste this day, and all of those that preceded it since I began writing. But thankfully, somewhere along the line I realized that no matter what I do, I can never give myself another day to replace one I’ve squandered. I’m the consumer, not the Creator. The best I can do is share the gift(s) I’ve been given.
And the more we share, the more momentous days we’ll have.