sunset ii

I’m a morning person. It hasn’t always been that way. Maybe it started in college with early morning crew practice. 

I probably do more before 9am than most people do all day. I rarely sleep in. I never hit snooze.  

One of the things I take the greatest pleasure in is my morning bike commute to work. There is peace in the stillness. Sometimes, the only thing I can hear is my own breath. 

For as much as I enjoy the morning, I’ve never taken much interest in the sunrise. It just sort of happens while I am busy doing other things. 

On the other hand, sunset has a significant meaning to me. It began 2009 with a note from a friend (who has since passed away) that was written on a card with a picture of the sunset. 

It wasn’t just any sunset, it was a special sunset. It belonged to her friend’s father. 

Since then, I have never seen sunsets in the same way. I view them with purpose. There is sadness and beauty at the end of the day. The dichotomy suits me well.

borrowed time

Yesterday, I was in the car listening to music. A song came on that I had never heard, but one line jumped out at me “Love like I’m on borrowed time.” There is no better reminder of this than when someone you care about passes away unexpectedly.

Sometimes it’s a struggle to love that way. The people that we care about will test our boundaries and push us to our limits...but it's worth it because it allows you to live with no regrets.

For me, that means to be patient and kind; to never let anger get the best of me; to offer forgiveness regardless of the circumstances and to never take someone for granted. It invokes a sense of peace in knowing that, at the end of the day, I have done everything that I can to show the people in my life that I care.

Never waste an opportunity to tell someone that you love them. After all, when it comes down to it, aren’t we all on borrowed time?