08/16/2026
We chose family over work this weekend, and we both needed it. As a good friend reminded me I need to take care of my body, so I can take care of my family. Everyone else will be fine. We both have taken on a lot of stress, we have a lot of big projects planned for this fall, and even more things planned for 2027, and we needed to slow down. My body has been inflamed, and I needed this. When I need reminded of my priorities I ask myself this question:
If I died tomorrow, would I wish I had made different choices?
I ask myself that more than most people probably do.
When I was young, I lost my aunt and three cousins in a house fire the day after Christmas. I remember waking up on December 26th, waking my parents to their phone ringing it was like 2 or 3am. There’s no preparing for something like that. It’s the kind of loss that splits your life into a before and an after. From that moment on, I knew I needed to get myself right with the Lord — not someday, not when it was convenient, but right then.
Since that day I ask myself: Did I do my best today? Did I give it everything I had? Did I choose to do the right thing even when it wasn’t the fun thing, even when nobody was watching, even when the easy road was sitting right there?
Am I being the person God called me to be — or the person society told me it was okay to be? Because those are rarely the same thing.
Nobody’s perfect. I’m certainly not. But if you go through life with the intention of leaving it better than you found it, and you take each day and build something you’re proud of.
That’s a life worth living. That’s a life to be proud of.