Live, Dang It!

Memorial weekend just finished here in the States, culminating in Memorial Day, a day to remember the men and women who have died in our military.

This weekend traditionally marks the start of summer and usually involves barbecues or beach trips. For my family, it always means my stepson has a baseball tournament, my husband is coaching, and I am sweating in the stands marveling at their ability to do anything active in this heat. Add to that chasing around a toddler who isn't keen on sitting still to watch the game. We got some projects done around the house and finished the weekend with a cookout with friends.

There was a part of the long weekend, though, where I started to feel nervous about not having a post yesterday. Granted readers in the U.S. probably weren't online much anyway, but what about the rest of you?

Sunday night I realized that Monday was almost here and I hadn't yet scheduled a post. Reading and relaxing felt more important, more needed, in that moment, so I did that instead.

Monday morning arrived and spending time with my husband and children trumped writing. Initially I felt guilty, like I needed to get something posted, but then I let it go. My first rule of blogging is that it shouldn't feel stressful. My second rule is that it shouldn't get in the way of life.

Living life always has been and likely always will be my first priority. I love writing, but without experiencing life there is nothing to write about. So I went on about my weekend relaxing, spending time with my family, and visiting friends.

Last night I finished reading Cold Tangerines by Shauna Niequist, a beautiful book filled with stories about the hard stuff and good stuff in her life. In her final chapter, she writes this:
I can't take away the things that have happened to you or to me, but what we have, maybe as a reward for getting through all the other days, is today. Today is a gift. And if we have tomorrow, tomorrow will be a gift. It's rebellious, in a way, to choose joy, to choose to dance, to choose to love your life. It's much easier and much more common to be miserable. But I choose to do what I can do create hope, to celebrate life, and the act of celebrating connects me back to that life I love. We could just live our normal, day-to-day lives, saving all the good living up for someday, but I think today, just plain today, is worth it. ...when I wear my favorite shoes on a regular Tuesday, that regular Tuesday is better.

Memorial weekend is about honoring life. It's about doing things we love with people we love. It's about seeing, feeling, tasting, and celebrating. It's a chance to remember what life is all about. It's a time to reset ourselves.

Now, it's Tuesday. Why not put your good shoes on and dance?


  1. I've been playing the same game this weekend - except my business involved work instead of watching baseball games - but today I've got my dancing shoes on.

  2. "Today is a gift" really struck a chord with me. I've read other things that same something similar, but for some reason, nestled in your lovely post, that line spoke to me. I think I shall wear my favorite shoes today as well. Just because. :)

  3. Terrific idea for Tuesdays. Yesterday was melancholy. Today needs to be lighter. Thanks for sharing. I'm wearing my favorite shoes and celebrating this ordinary Tuesday.

  4. "... choose joy, to choose to dance, to choose to love your life." I LOVE IT! I try to live this way every day, but some days it's harder to do... so thanks for the wonderful reminder!

  5. What a beautiful posting. I'm with you, although I'm Canadian, so we had our long weekend a week earlier, but I did decide to spend the whole weekend in the garden, making my outdoor space pretty because summer is short and the outdoors gives me such pleasure. Writing had to wait and I scrambled to post a blog today.


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