Don’t Wish Your Life Away

lastday“Don’t wish your life away!” These words are not my own, but rather words my mother frequently spoke when I was anxious for some event to occur.

  • I wish it was Saturday.
  • I wish school would start (and then a few months later) I wish the school year would end.
  • I wish I were 10, and then 13, and then 16, and then 18…
  • I wish I could get a job.
  • I wish football season would get here.
  • I wish it was Christmas.
  • I wish it was my birthday.
  • I wish. I wish. I wish.

Even as adults, we tend to wish for weekends, vacations, or even the end of the workday. And this year I know I’m going to have to slow down and take this advice.

There’s a countdown on my phone. I know there’s 289 days until the final day of school in 2015 and the beginning of the next chapter called retirement; but as the countdown continues, I’m going to try to follow my mom’s advice and live by the words of Marjorie Pay Hinkley:

phonto

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Mom