March’s
monthly blog theme of “death and taxes” made me stop and ponder both topics. Unfortunately,
I’m a procrastinator, so my taxes still loom ahead of me, inducing anxiety and dread.
Death is just behind me, since I lost a family member last month. Its long
tentacles of grief loosen a bit each day.
After some
pondering, I realized that both topics—death and taxes—relate to time. Time is
such a precious commodity, and yet so easy to take for granted. Surely, it will
stretch out into another day and another and yet another. There’s always
tomorrow. The sun will come out tomorrow. I love ya tomorrow. Forgive the Little Orphan Annie interlude. You get
the idea.
Taxes make
me cherish time because I am grateful for all of the hours remaining until I have to
complete my tax forms and get them submitted. Still, that deadline, so firm and
unyielding, reminds me constantly of the hours ticking away. Death makes me acutely
aware of time too. Don’t we all have long lists of places we want to visit,
books we plan to read, and achievements we want to accomplish? It seems I’ve spent
my life making plans for what I will do someday. Losing someone reminds me that
this life is finite and there is no better time than the present to stop making
plans and start taking action.
This month, while worrying about taxes and dealing with death, I appreciate time. I take time to tell those around me how much they are loved. I
appreciate the early morning moments that I set aside to write. I value the hours
I now have to devote to working for myself and doing what I love. I am less and less content to put dreams on hold and postpone my bucket list.
I don’t
think I’ve ever more thoroughly embraced the notion of not putting off until
tomorrow what I can accomplish today—in my life, in my writing, in relationships
with those I love. Time is precious. Don’t waste it. Don’t wait to say what you
need to say. Don’t wait to write your book. Seize the moment and make it count.