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If I Had My Life To Live Over

If I had my life to live over I would have gone to bed when I was sick

Instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner, even if the carpet was stained or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the “ good living” room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fire place.
I would have taken time to listen to my Grandfather ramble on about his youth.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would have never insisted the car window be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less when watching television and more while watching life.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
 
Instead of wishing away my nine months pregnancy I’d have cherished every moment and realised that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never of said, “later. Now get washed up for dinner.”
There would have been more “I Loves you’s”. More I’m sorry’s.

But mostly given another shot at life I would seize every minute look at it and really see it- live it and never give it back.
Stop sweating at the small stuff.

Don’t worry about who doesn’t like you, who has more, or who’s doing what.
Instead lets cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.
Lets think about what God has blessed us with and what we are doing each day to promote our selves mentally, physically and emotionally.
I hope you all have a blessed day

 

By Writer & Humorist Erma Bombeck © (1927- 1996) 
Written after she learned she was dying from cancer.