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Are You Living, or Just Alive?

I have discovered over the last year or so that finding time to write while grieving is more challenging than I anticipated. I have so many things I need to catch up on, but somehow, writing always gets pushed to the back burner.


I am inching ever-so-close to the BIG 4-0. It's kind of scary, yet kind of exhilarating, all at the same time. To think that I am potentially half-way through my life is surreal. Yet, only the Creator knows for sure how long we have in this life, which makes me stop in my tracks sometimes.

Am I living my life to the fullest? Like, really LIVING it? Will I look back on my days with happiness, or regret? Am I living, or just alive?

My mom's unfortunate diagnosis and eventual death has made me start doing things a little differently. I travel more (a LOT more than I did growing up, and even in my 20s). I read more. I place more value on experiences rather than "things." I surprise people with random acts of kindness. I emphasize health (m…

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