How much time do we really have? How much of our lives do we waste?
By Caitlin Kelly
It’s not carefree.
It’s “I don’t care.”
It’s a by-product of getting older, having less time to do what I really want to do, not keep meeting endless, endless financial obligations.
It’s getting a crappy diagnosis that instantly — however much a cliche — changes your perspective on life and what matters most.
It’s not rushing to people-please.
It’s cutting out chatter and acquaintances who suck up your energy and return little of value.
It’s avoiding activities that simply don’t offer sufficient pleasure.
It’s adding those that do.
We spend our lives working and working and working and trying our best to please everyone.
Those are noble sentiments and we all have bills to pay.
Nor am I arguing in favor of total disengagement or disinterest in the needs of others.
But, at this point in my life — and that of other women I know who’ve faced recent health issues — we really don’t care about the usual rules anymore.
When you really realize how little time we’re given and how quickly it can all change or disappear, caring about things that actually mean very, very little just….stops.