Yesterday I found myself in one of those weird little life quandaries of life that occur when two equal options present themselves.
I had to decide between going home, or staying another day with my cousin. At home: various menial chores, my own bed, and a girlfriend who really wanted me to come back. At my cousin's: A sunny day at the beach, a trip up the river, and lots of golf. The pros and cons of each struck a balance on the scale in my head. I sat at a cafe, eating calm chowder, pondering.
While doing so my thought train hopped to and fro like a flea escaping my dog, landing on "What would I do if I only had one week to live?" I still didn't know. So I Googled it.
Google is surprisingly silent on the issue. No top ten lists appeared. And when I got to thinking about it, I didn't really know. I figure I should know a question like that, so here I go:
1.) Eat as many meals as possible at Portland's fine dining establishments. Le Pigeon, Ox, are just a few of Portland's amazing food scene. I would also eat lots of Pizza Hut's stuffed crust pizza. And Burgerville. And Wendy's.
2.) My last meal though would be my mother's prime rib. A little bit of Heaven on earth before I go to Heaven.
3.) Call every friend and family member that has made an impact on my life and tell them what they mean to me.
4.) Pray, pray, pray a lot. My "religiousity" has mellowed a lot as I've gotten older, I don't know where I stand on a lot of things. I do know with death staring me in the face, I certainly would try to make my peace with God.
5.) Spend my last few days with family, playing Pinochle and Settlers of Catan, and eating as much Nells N and Out as possible.
6.) If the Ducks were playing at home in Eugene, go to the game. The same goes if Taylor Swift were playing a show nearby.
7.) Skydive. I've always wanted to, but I'm afraid.
8.) Go on a guided fishing tour with my dad to try to catch a really big fish. I'm good at catching little guys, but I've never caught a huge fish. Maybe deep sea fishing.
9.) Go on a horseback ride with my mom up in the mountains near home.
10.) Take my dog Winston on a hike every day. And buy him a lifetime supply of those huge dinosaur bones.
Kind of weird to think about. But each day here is precious and a gift. I'm not sure why, but I've been finding myself more and more thankful for the little things life brings. My health, my family, my friends. Walking my dog to the field in the morning with a (homemade) latte in my hand. A nice breeze. My homegrown tomatoes. A clear sky at night.
More than anything, if I only had one week left, I would try to enjoy every one of those little things.
I had to decide between going home, or staying another day with my cousin. At home: various menial chores, my own bed, and a girlfriend who really wanted me to come back. At my cousin's: A sunny day at the beach, a trip up the river, and lots of golf. The pros and cons of each struck a balance on the scale in my head. I sat at a cafe, eating calm chowder, pondering.
While doing so my thought train hopped to and fro like a flea escaping my dog, landing on "What would I do if I only had one week to live?" I still didn't know. So I Googled it.
Google is surprisingly silent on the issue. No top ten lists appeared. And when I got to thinking about it, I didn't really know. I figure I should know a question like that, so here I go:
1.) Eat as many meals as possible at Portland's fine dining establishments. Le Pigeon, Ox, are just a few of Portland's amazing food scene. I would also eat lots of Pizza Hut's stuffed crust pizza. And Burgerville. And Wendy's.
2.) My last meal though would be my mother's prime rib. A little bit of Heaven on earth before I go to Heaven.
3.) Call every friend and family member that has made an impact on my life and tell them what they mean to me.
4.) Pray, pray, pray a lot. My "religiousity" has mellowed a lot as I've gotten older, I don't know where I stand on a lot of things. I do know with death staring me in the face, I certainly would try to make my peace with God.
5.) Spend my last few days with family, playing Pinochle and Settlers of Catan, and eating as much Nells N and Out as possible.
6.) If the Ducks were playing at home in Eugene, go to the game. The same goes if Taylor Swift were playing a show nearby.
7.) Skydive. I've always wanted to, but I'm afraid.
8.) Go on a guided fishing tour with my dad to try to catch a really big fish. I'm good at catching little guys, but I've never caught a huge fish. Maybe deep sea fishing.
9.) Go on a horseback ride with my mom up in the mountains near home.
10.) Take my dog Winston on a hike every day. And buy him a lifetime supply of those huge dinosaur bones.
Kind of weird to think about. But each day here is precious and a gift. I'm not sure why, but I've been finding myself more and more thankful for the little things life brings. My health, my family, my friends. Walking my dog to the field in the morning with a (homemade) latte in my hand. A nice breeze. My homegrown tomatoes. A clear sky at night.
More than anything, if I only had one week left, I would try to enjoy every one of those little things.
