In A State Of Living


We talk about the things we’d do if we had more time. Or rather, the things we want to do by a certain time. I just want to be thankful for the things I’ve already done. The things I’m doing now. The reasons why I’d be happy if I had no more time. In 2 days, I’ll be entering my 30th year of life, basically y’all I’ll be 29. And If I never see it, I think that I’d still be happy, that I’d still be thankful for the years I’d already lived with all of you here on earth. Because no time is guaranteed, none at all. And why should we ever spend the years we are blessed enough to gain, disparaging over just how many years it’s been? When I was 18, my neighbour died at the age of 10, when I was 24, a friend I’d taken for granted died at 22, last month..a friend lost her much wanted and long awaited baby during childbirth and yesterday..I went to the funeral of a man only 65 years old who had taught me in high school but was always fondly remembered. My father died when I least expected it, when I still thought that we would have more time. They are all gone too soon. They were all loved. Not all of them lived.

We look ahead because they say that the best is yet to come, but sometimes, sometimes the best has already come, sometimes the best is right here, right now. Don’t get so caught up making plans and feeling unfulfilled without having done this or that, if you still haven’t taken the time to see the now. Someone asked me why I didnt wait til I was 30 to have a party. ๐Ÿ˜ณ I don’t know if I’ll be 30, I don’t know if I’ll have a raucous bachelorette party in Vegas, I don’t know if I’ll make it to Australia or Africa. I don’t know if anyone will inherit the best and worst of me, I dont know if anyone will love the best and the worst of me, I don’t know. I’ll sure as hell try though. But none of that means that I can’t turn up now. 🎉

The things you’re holding out for may never come, and if they do, if you’re blessed enough that they do, they’ll be additives of life to a life in motion. A life in the process of being well lived. When you’re old, you have all the money from the years of hard work and frugality. When you’re young…well unless you’re a Kardashian, you’re almost certainly broke. Live a life such that by the time you are old, you’ll be wondering what the hell else you can do. Find a way to smell the roses when your nose still works, jump out of airplanes, go skiing when you can still recover from breaking your hip. We can’t all make our families wealthy with a mediocre sex tape. Be inventive, be kind, buy plane tickets between midnight and 4 in the morning, appreciate people. Take your responsibilities with you, or leave them at home…just don’t wait to live. Your life doesn’t begin when you turn 18, or get into a relationship, or after you get that promotion, or that degree. You want the house, the car, the kids..work on them. You can live while you do so. The man who died at 65 still had things he wanted to do, the baby in childbirth never got a chance. And if you’re still drawing breath by the end of this, make sure every inhale and exhale counts, in your state of living.

The drinks are on me.

xo. Ginny

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