Life's too short...

I've learnt a few lessons over the course of the past week.  On Wednesday I attended the funeral of a former school friend.  Celebrating the life of someone the same age as me was particularly poignant and although there was sadness, there was also joy at how much she had given.  The following day, I, along with many people, was shocked and saddened by the murder of Jo Cox in Yorkshire.  She was just 2 months younger than me and, combined with the emotions from the previous day, I had a little rant to myself about how unfair life is.

Life is precious.  None of us know what is around the corner.  I began this blog talking about living for today and I stand by that.  We can spend our lives making plans and working our backsides off to provide for the future but we are in danger of forgetting about today and may miss out on so much.  

I remember the saying "why put off until tomorrow what you can do today?"; I can be the world's best procrastinator and was the queen of last minute essay writing during A levels and at university.  But I've realised that there might not always be a tomorrow.

I'm not suggesting that we shouldn't plan for the future but that we shouldn't get so tied up with what may or may not come that we lose sight of what we are doing today.  Tell people we love them.  Make that phone call to an old friend.  Do that thing you've always dreamed of doing.  Before you find you've run out of tomorrows.