Another reminder this week of how fleeting life really is. My uncle passed away. He is only the second uncle I’ve had cross over. I seem to take these deaths particularly hard. Because saying good bye to family is hard, yes. But I guess the death of an uncle also reminds me too much of my own father’s mortality. I look at my cousins and I think some day that will be me and I wonder if I’ll have their strength and honour, and if I do where that will come from within me.
The message is clear once again. Life is too short and fleeting to not spend it doing the things that make you happy, being close to the people you love, laughing, loving, living. I can’t get any of the days I’ve spent being miserable back. It’s time to make a move.
“What you think and what you feel and what actually manifests is ALWAYS a match – no exception” — tweet from Manifest Mastermind
I’ve been thinking a lot about this concept in the last two days. I’ve been trying to figure out what went wrong. Why do I feel so out of control and like most of my life is falling apart? It’s no secret to my family that I’ve been malnourished.
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Late yesterday afternoon I decided not to brave the cut-you-to-the-bone wind chill, narrow roads and non-existent sidewalks and opted instead to take a cab downtown in order to conduct banking and do a little shopping for some long overdue toiletries at the Jean Coutu.
At the bottom of the hill by City Square restaurant as we turned by the Royal Bank we met a transport truck who was apparently lost and did not see the Do Not Enter One Way signs. Can you say harrowing?! Luckily nobody crashed and the driver safely made it onto the hill and back onto the truck route. Whew! That was close!
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