It is SO strange to see how life continues without all the plans my mom made for it. Big things and little things. My mom just graduated with her masters degree about a year ago. She had these plans to put in a few more years where she worked and then retire and move on to a whole new adventure since she was so young, writing policies and what not. It’s frustrating to me that she did all of this work and didn’t get to use it beyond the last year or two.
She was supposed to watch baby Nora when I went out of town for training on two different nights. I was planning to stop by on my way out of town and leave far past when I was supposed to because I was going to catch her up on my week and hear about hers.
She had accepted invitations to events on Facebook, planning to support my little brother’s fundraiser for the fire station.
It’s hard for me to wrap my brain around the fact that we live our life expecting to see the next day every single day, and then one day we don’t have any more opportunities to fulfill our plans or our obligations.
It leaves me asking myself what the point of a lot of things is. Not that I think life is pointless, but more that I don’t want to waste my time on frivolous things. It makes me want to pursue and achieve my dreams as soon as I can, and fulfill the purpose that I believe I’ve been designed especially for.
More than ever, it makes me want to make each day count, and to constantly strive for that which is greater than me.