Yesterday, I attended a funeral for a dear man. He was 70, but his death was sudden, unexpected, tragic.
This could well be the last entry I ever write. Or the last entry you ever read. You never know what the future brings, or when your journey will come to an end.
In AA, we are taught that the most important day in our sobriety is this one. Tomorrow is nothing more than a maybe.
I couldn't afford to go to Seattle in September. But I went, and I don't regret it for a second. Either I'll get out of debt, or I'll die broke. Either way, I still spent four days with some of the most important people in my world, strengthening bonds and forming lasting memories.
I'm doing the same thing next month with my trip to Tampa. I've gotten more than a little crap from my financial advisor about being "reckless" (and irresponsible - he doesn't say it but it's implied) and I assure him that I know, and I don't care.
A year from now, I could be dead and gone. I'm not missing a single opportunity to live.
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