I’m not going to ask what you would do with your remaining year. I’m going to share with you what I wouldn’t do with mine.
I wouldn’t buy a new car. I love my red Tesla. It accelerates so quickly that I don’t ever push the pedal to the floor because I’m afraid of what might happen.
I wouldn’t start any new relationships. I’d spend my time deepening the friendships I already have.
I wouldn’t be silent about political issues. Expressing my strongly held beliefs might not change a thing, but I’d rather go out as a rabble rouser.
I wouldn’t spend time with people who bore me (and I wouldn’t be indirect about it).
I wouldn’t spend so much time at the office.
I wouldn’t pay attention to the news. I would read books instead. I would watch shows on TV that entertained me, rather than news shows on CNN, Fox News, or MSNBC that scare me.
I wouldn’t set an alarm to wake up in the morning, ever. I would wake up whenever I wanted to.
I wouldn’t be afraid of rejection. What the heck, it would only last for less than a year.
I wouldn’t care so much about the size of my bank account (not that I would be irresponsible). Well, maybe a little.
I wouldn’t seek approval. I would let it all hang out.
I wouldn’t buy any new clothes. The ones I have are just fine.
I wouldn’t be so “polite” in my relationships. I would get to the essence of what matters to me.
I wouldn’t tell anyone except my wife when I was going to die until the very last month. It would be interesting for me to see how people not in on “the secret” treated the new me.
I wouldn’t start any new projects unless I knew I was going to be able to finish them. My computer already stores too many half-written ideas.
I wouldn’t beg or bargain for more time. I wouldn’t bemoan my single year. My time here always was limited. The only difference – now I would know the expiration date.
I wouldn’t spend much time on the superficial. I would spend more time on introspection.
I wouldn’t be as much of a couch potato.
I wouldn’t hang out with adults so much. Maybe I’d help out by teaching fourth grade.
I wouldn’t read any weather forecasts. I would just enjoy whatever comes.
I wouldn’t stop writing my blog. The weekly deadline imposes a structure in my life that I like.
I’m sure, if you thought about it, you also have a valuable “wouldn’t” list. Of course, the final “wouldn’t” for each of us should be:
I wouldn’t wait for tomorrow to fully be the person I would like to be today.
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