May has been a very emotional month, and I don’t even know how to start this post, so I’ll just say, go hug someone special and tell them you love them – you never know when it will be the last time.
Three separate friends lost family members very unexpectedly this month; a brother, a father, and an unborn baby girl (mom-to-be is still in the hospital with complications). I cannot fathom, nor will I pretend to know how my friends and their families are feeling right now. The wind has been knocked out of many sails, and I’m honestly a little numb and scattered.
Talking about weight loss and workouts has seemed very inane over the past week – thus, no new posts. I’ve managed to write a couple but just can’t bring myself to post them… maybe later this week. I’m not even sure why I’m writing this post, but I just felt like it needed to be said instead of just pretending everything is ‘normal’ (and it’s taken me a week just to write these three paragraphs).
On Tuesday, we laid to rest the 31 year old brother of one of my best friends.
I don’t know how to follow that with any words that will make any sense at all, so I’ll end with this: don’t live your life like you have all the time in the world, but don’t live in fear that every day might be your last. Make plans. Follow through. Slow down. Enjoy the sunshine. Dance in the rain. Don’t wait until Monday.