A few nights ago, I was listening to a program called Decades. They were talking about the life of the late David Cassidy. His sweet daughter said this man's last words were, "So much wasted time."
That hit me hard. I don't want to be wasting my time here on earth--I would be devastated to look back and realize how much time I let slip through my fingers.
So...the next morning I found the Christmas lights I'd meant to put up for the holidays--and strung them around the front porch. It sounds silly--but somehow it made sense to accomplish that goal--even if I was a day or so late. Those lights will be shining all year round, by the way. (grin)
Then I put a sweeper flap on the front door. Something I've never done before, but which had needed to be done a long time ago. I had a curious sense of fulfillment.
I see this newest heart shift is going to change things in my life.
No more wasted time.
