A man opened his wife’s underwear drawer and picked up a silk paper wrapped package: “This, – he said – isn’t any ordinary package.” He unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk paper and the box.
“She got this the first time we went to New York , 8 or 9 years ago. She has never put it on, was saving it for a special occasion. Well, I guess this is it.” He got near the bed and placed the gift box next to the other clothing he was taking to the funeral house, his wife had just died.
Never save something for a special occasion. Every day in your life is a special occasion.
Read more and clean less. Sit on the porch without worrying about anything. Spend more time with family, and less at work.
Life should be a source of experience to be lived up to, not survived through. Use crystal glasses every day. Wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if you feel like it. Don’t save special perfume for special occasions, use it whenever you want to.
Let the words “Someday…” and “One Day…” fade away from your dictionary. If it’s worth seeing, listening or doing then see, listen and do.
Lets try not to delay, postpone or keep anything that could bring laughter and joy into our lives. And, on each morning, say that this could be a special day…each day, each hour, each minute, is special.
Remember that one day is far away….or might never come.
A lot of people around me still smoke, my husband is one of them. Some say they will quit on New Years Eve -again- others say “someday” or “one day”…sounds familiar?
Someday might never come.
Don’t postpone it, make today special…QUIT smoking!!!
Thanks so much, nonsmokingladybug, for stopping by and deciding to follow my blog. I hope you continue to enjoy what you find there. There are four pieces on the blog, posted earlier this year, which you may particularly appreciate, given the focus of your own blog — “About Smoking,” “Becoming A Smoker,” “Stopping Smoking the First Time,” and “Stopping Smoking for Good.” They will probably turn up in the Search function on the blog. Anyway — smoking apart — welcome to mine; I look forward to exploring yours. 🙂
“The happy Quitter” is a blog about paying it forward and some brainstorm I had by doing so :-). You might enjoy my other blog (Bringing worlds together in my kitchen) more. You can find a link on my about page. Please, don’t feel obligate to follow my blog just because I liked yours. I enjoy a good read and enjoyed yours. I am not a writer…just a rambler LOL
Yes Every day is special.. and within the blink of an eye all could change so make the most of every day… Lovely post
Thank you for stopping by. Sorry I haven’t replied earlier. I felt under the weather.
Hope you will soon be feeling brighter 🙂 <3
what a great post 🙂
I am glad you liked it 🙂
I need a p.o.k.e. because I have a bad habit of saving everything for a special occasion. One of these days I may break that bad habit. Hope you laugh if you read this.
http://letscutthecrap.wordpress.com/2011/09/08/good-isnt-good-enough-anymore-is-it/
Thanks for sending me here. 🙂 Point taken. Great post.
It made me smile – a lot. Love the shoes :-). I have been like you. I bought stuff, put it in the closet for special occasions. Never used the good china or the Chrystal glasses. I wanted all of it to stay new and shiny. One day there was a house fire when we were not at home. Started by the dryer and old electric wiring. We lost almost everything. Puff and it was gone up in flames. We had insurance and could replace everything that we needed. BUT…we couldn’t replace some of the special things. I learned my lesson. Now I use things. There is no guarantee that I or the things will be still around tomorrow. Sorry for the novel. Bridget
That’s how we were brought up: to cherish, save and appreciate. Those days are gone. Life is more informal now, I have.several sets of dishes I alternate use of. Crystal, I use and I use my good flatware now.
So sorry to hear about the fire. What about photo albums? Any saved?
A fellow I worked with, was the last one to leave the house. By the time he got to work, his house had caught on fire and it was so bad, they couldn’t save it. It was a new house and it had something to do with a heat exchanger or something like that.
I have been brought up the same way. 2nd generation after wwII in Europe, we even kept old rubber bands and zip ties :-). No photos were gone, besides the ones we had in our wallets. We were alright and our dogs as well. That’s what mattered the most.
Exactly. That’s all that matters in the end. Glad everyone was okay = the dogs. <3 <3
Wisdoms well worth remembering…thanks for the nudge.. 🙂
It was a gentle nudge 🙂
🙂