Earlier this week I stumbled across Donald Crowdis’ web log, “Don To Earth” and an article he wrote, “It Bothers Me That I Have To Go”. As I read over it, something kind of struck a chord but, being a bit busy this week, I didn’t figure it out. It is now early evening on Friday and I’m about to head home and realized that I still have his article up in the web browser so I read it over, again. Here is the excerpt that stuck out:
I’ve floated on the remark “Been there, done that” for some time now, but the notion that the moment is approaching when I can no longer say this bothers me. The truth is, I don’t want to go…. There are numerous notes and letters I must write. There are places I’ve wanted to travel, but never had the chance.
At ninety three years of age, he still has stuff on this earth that he hasn’t accomplished, that he wants to do. Whoa.
Now, I doubt I’ll live that long; just a fact of life. It occurs to me that I don’t want to hit the end of my life and lament about the stuff I still want to do. I don’t need that stress. Instead, I think I’ll just set my bar a bit lower and relax a bit. There will always be things to do, projects to finish, letters to write. I’m not going to stress about it and just enjoy what I’m doing now.
Later can wait.