Life Is Too Short

Sunday is Mother's Day, the tenth one that I've not had a mother to celebrate. Yes, I get sad around this time, but it is what it is.

That's not a philosophy my mother ever subscribed to. She was more of the 'figure out what you want and then go get it' sort, an Action Figure in miniature, since she was barely five feet tall. She was a remarkable woman and a remarkable mother, albeit one who's mark is still impressed rather more heavily than is good for me. I started a blog about her several years ago, and then I choked. I'm still choking, a Kudzo kind of choking, though, one where the roots and vines and tendrils of what I want and need to say are too ingrown still for me to see them clearly. But this year BlogHer has a series going of posts about what your mother taught you; I can, I think, handle that.

My mother taught me, Life Is Too Short. Life is too short to put up with a job or a mate or a way of life that is bad for you. Life is too short to accept the status quo. Life is too short to live on 'what ifs.' Life is too short to wait to for the situation to be right. Life is too short to say "maybe next time." Life is too short to hang around waiting for it to happen. Life is too short to save dessert for later.



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