Today is the day

Today is the day. Live your life with abandon. Be courageous and wild at heart. Take chances and be spontaneous.

NOT me. (Photo courtesy of Insideout)

At least that’s what my plaque says. The one that’s displayed in plain sight on our entertainment center. The one I rarely see. The plaque that lives just below the ginormous TV my best friend bought me for my I-Survived-49 birthday, because, for some odd reason she didn’t believe me when I said I liked the little, unobtrusive TV I had.

But that’s not the point here.

The point is, when I actually notice it, that plaque makes me laugh. Deep down. Those words are so not me. Not even a little bit. In my world, an enjoyable Friday night involves watching Antiques Roadshow while skimming the new Yoga Journal. That’s not exactly living on the edge.

And spontaneous? Hahaha! Maybe on the days I forget my planner! Is it even possible to be spontaneous when you’re an introvert? I know I prefer to be warned, um, invited, well in advance of any kind of activity that requires me to deal with people. In fact, my husband asked me a while back to go out this Saturday to see our friends, my favorite band, play…I still haven’t been able to commit. (I did give him a firm probably,though.)

Courageous? Hardly. I’m claustrophobic, acrophobic, aviophobic, and I mustn’t forget to mention my not-completely-unreasonable fear of having a large limb fall on me while gardening.

But the plaque isn’t going anywhere. It was a gift from an old, dear friend who said she bought it especially because the bottom half was me. And it warms my heart to know she believes it’s true.

Inspire someone. Create happiness. Be your own hero. Smile at strangers. We’re on this journey together. This is your life…make it beautiful.

I’d like to believe she’s right.

And maybe, someday, I’ll be living the top half of the plaque, as well. I’m not going to hold my breath, of course, but it’s something to work toward. You never know.

♪ Like a true nature’s child, we were born, born to be wild ♪

(Lyrics by Steppenwolf)

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