The Hit List - Precious Little Time

My daughter turned thirty this week. THIRTY. The big three-oh.

As in oh-my-god I’m getting OLD. My days are numbered.

Between this new development (which has only been happening for, like, thirty years) and the loss of my two parents, I’m becoming very conscious of how limited my time on this earth is.

It’s scary to think about impermanence. I keep saying to myself that I need X amount of years to get everything done on that never ending to-do list. I can’t go soon because no one else will do it (or do it as well as I can).

Although I have so much left to do, I also find myself paralyzed at times by the thought of my precious little time and how I’m spending it.

Do I have enough time to let my loved ones know how much I love them?

That is the question that gnaws at me every day.

So I tell them. Often.

To the point where I must appear like some love crazed stalker. (I’m sure I get the eye roll when my name shows up on their cell phones.) It may be annoying but I want to make sure my words are imprinted on their hearts like a big ole rubber love stamp.

When my father passed away, the thing that struck me the most was this: all that was left behind was a slim folder with his records. Proof he existed. That’s it. I was overwhelmed with sadness when I filed that little stack of papers away.

I don’t want to go out on that note. I want to leave so much more. I want to leave a legacy of love.

And that begins by BEING LOVE, right here, right now.

“Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.” ― Shannon L. Alder

Speaking of love, I got this gorgeous little box of candy from one of my favorite clients! Thanks, Katie. XXOO

Other stuff:

Wonder how my creative process works? Looking to take your big flashes and turn them into cash? Check out my Intuition to Income class.

Looks like they are gearing up for some big stuff with the Martells judging by the new Game of Thrones cast list. Can’t March get here like NOW?

Check this out: this woman is a professional cuddler!

Gingers can now breathe a sigh of relief. How To Be a Redhead is a fab site with beauty tips and more.

Dozens of buildings in my hood are sinking. Turns out the problem is way underground – think swamp.

The 20 Best Art Exhibitions of the month. My favorite artist in the world is Craig LaRotonda. Nice to see his work featured here.

I rarely take pain meds and when I do, it’s usually plain old aspirin. Apparently, there is some thought that it may prevent breast cancer – but no one wants to do the research.

I just love Shenee Howard. She’s absolutely brilliant when it comes to biz. Her latest post: Read this before you hire another coach or buy another product is a MUST read for every entrepreneur.

Kim Kardashian has an iPhone game. I don’t have anything clever to say here. Let’s move along…

Our prison system is broken. John Oliver explains it all – with puppets.

I avoid fast food like the plague. And when I read stuff like this, I’m glad I do.

Loving this post by the always wise Jen Louden: How to Build More of the Life You Want. Taking this one to heart.

“By dismissing our pain, we exacerbate it.” You must check out: The Problem with First World Problems by Sas Petherick. Big yes to this one!

Apparently there are fake monks panhandling in New York City. This really pisses me off. I have no problem with panhandling but I do have a problem with scammers.

Here’s some cool photos of New York from the 70’s! Digging it. I love vintage photography and can pore through pics like this forever.

Victoria Prozan wrote another great post: Work Ethic Matters. Keeping your word and following through on every promise you make is the new black, homies. Don’t be slacking.

Memo to my hipster son: this new flower beard trend better not be showing up in this house.

I had insomnia the other night and decided to get up and read the news. This story about 97 year old vet, James Farrell, getting booted from his retirement community and ending up in a homeless shelter – for playing a ukelele – had me bawling. The picture of him standing outside the shelter bothered me. Would I want my father or grandfather to be in that situation? Hell no! Our elders deserve better than this. And apparently one of his former caretakers thinks so too. She started a fund to raise money to help him get back on his feet. Give generously, yo.

What I’m Grateful For:

Health

Candy and nice notes in my mailbox

Fresh fashion mags

Peace

Sticky notes

New friendships

Soundtrack for 7/26/14: “The Message” by Grandmaster Flash and The Furious Five – because some days it’s old skool, yo. XXX