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In Pursuit of My Future

We spend our lives crossing off the days on calendars in anticipation (or reluctance) of some future date – so many more days until Friday, so many more days until my next dental exam, so many more days until vacation, etc.

But as our time on earth gets shorter and the days fly from our grasp, we realize how foolish it is to dismiss each precious moment so lightly.

I do not advocate remorse or regret; I am advocating living every day to its fullest.  To entertain remorse is a waste of time and to entertain regret redefines who you are at present.

I embrace my past and I am stingy and hungry for my future – time is of the essence.

Having achieved one career in my lifetime, I look forward to creating a new one.  Since I do not have another forty years to foolishly cross days off my calendar, I have to double time toward my goal.

What helps is that I do not have to start from scratch.  Some of the “credits on my old transcript” transfer onto my new goal.  I have been blessed with a skill, I have a talent that I selfishly want to share with others, and I have the courage (or tenacity) to pursue this endeavor.

The calendar on my desk is not to cross off days but to fill in each day fully, listing all I did that day in pursuit and preparation of what is yet to come.




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  1. I love what you have to say here....and it's NOT overly serious ...just truthful. Yet I've realized that eventhough my days no longer stretch out in a seemingly enless road, I don't feel compelled to engage in doing for doing's sake. Just being still enriches me.

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  2. I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!!!! As we head into our first deployment, I think this will help me fill each day instead of cross them off. What a great great philosophy! love you!!!!!

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