My last 24
After craving meaningful work, Bronnie Ware spent years caring for people in the last weeks of life. Now, an author, speaker, teacher, Bronnie lives by the lessons she captured in her book, The Top 5 Regrets of the Dying: A life transformed by the dearly departed. The top regret? “I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.”
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If you had 24 hours to live, how would you spend it?
I’d start the day with the sunrise, on the floor with my dog, Bisbee, singing him songs, listening to my husband, Robert, play guitar.
We’d go for a walk, Bisbee leading the way, dictating the duration, like any other day.
I’d workout, music thumping, heart pumping, rinse off with a swim, float, look up at the sky and say thank you over and over and over.
I’d make lemon blueberry pancake sammies with a veggie sausage on top for three.
I’d watch a movie on the couch with Mom, talk news with Dad, have my brother and sister over for fresh-out-of-the-oven snickerdoodles (because I would’ve eaten all of Mom’s fresh-out-of-the-oven oatmeal cookies, thus keeping my Cookie Monster reputation till the end), then I’d call my friends and write all the kids in my life a note.
I’d walk to the top of the mountain near my house, breathe, stretch, sit among the saguaros and say thank you over and over and over.
Robert and I would grill pizza, watch the sunset on the patio, curl up in bean bags, watch a show. I’d play the piano until he fell asleep, then snuggle in, next to him, Bisbee at our feet, and whisper thank you over and over and over until I fell asleep too.
Make your list. Is it wildly different or right in line with how you’re spending your time?