It’s the little decisions that count.

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I know this a copy writing / marketing and sales oriented blog, but in this post, I’m focusing on something a little different.  It’s not necessarily more philosophical than many of the previous posts, but today, for some reason, I awoke with a severe sense of dissatisfaction and frustration as well as a profound knowledge that I need to make decisions more in line with my core beliefs and values rather than as a response to everyday pressures.

I guess there are times when we become more aware of reaping the rewards of past actions than we usually are.  Or at least, that’s the case if we admit that our present is a product of our past decisions and actions rather than blaming everyone and everyone else for circumstances we don’t like.

Today’s that time for me.  This introspection was probably sparked by an email my cousin sent me.  I’d seen it before, but it again impacted me.  It was written by Erma Bombeck when she discovered she was dying from cancer and it made me stop and think about all the time, effort and energy I’m putting into dealing with everyday ‘stuff’ as opposed to things that really matter.  I’ve pasted the excerpt below – you might find it meaningful:

IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER – by Erma Bombeck

(written after she found out she was dying from cancer)

I would have gone to bed when I was
sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding
pattern if I weren’t there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before
it melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet
was stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and
worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a
fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about
his youth.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my
husband.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a
summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less
while watching television and more while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical,
wouldn’t show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have
cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing
inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I
would never have said, ‘Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.’
There would have been more ‘I love you’s’ More ‘I’m
sorry’s.’

But mostly, given another shot
at life, I would seize every minute.look at it and really see it
. . live it and
never give it back. STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!!!

Don’t worry about who doesn’t like you, who has
more, or who’s doing what
Instead, let’s cherish the relationships we have with those
who do love us.

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