Life is to Short

One day, when I was packing my house for an upcoming move, my phone rang, and my father told me that my 27 years old bother had committed suicide. At that moment, I realized that time was not something that everyone has an abundance of. It took losing my brother for me to stop saying “someday” and started living my life for today. I learned to find my inner child and put the judgment from others aside. I made a choice to start living my life by the old adage you should always act your age, but with a twist, I picked what age I wanted to act.

I have always found a way to incorporate play in every aspect of my life. At work, when delivering rolled up plans to a colleague I will pretend to be a Jedi with my light saber. At home, my husband and three children, which ages range from 16 to 5, all have to live with me acting the age I have chosen. I encourage my children’s childish behavior by my own actions everyday. I like to start water fights by hiding around a corner and attaching the first person that walks by with what ever happens to be close, a glass of water or a water gun. At restaurants, I am the one that everyone stares at. I always start a meal by grabbing as many straws as I can, before my children, just so I can blow the wrappers at them. Sometimes other tables get hit in the cross fire. Few meals go by without everyone at my table showing each other what chewed up food looks like. I am aware of the funny looks and not so nice comments that are said at the tables around us, but they only make me laugh hard and louder. My family is the loud one that at least one restaurant puts in a corner booth every time we eat there.

My grandma use to tell me to enjoy life and enjoy it to its fullest. That no matter what life throws at you, don’t sweat the small stuff, and in life, most everything IS small stuff. This I believe, life is too short to be serious about everything, so pick an age, find the inner child and play.