on death and living

If I had myself a movie moment that put a rapidly-approaching expiration date on my life, I would not go travel the world. I would not run around naked, or wish to have sex or chocolate in the last hours of my life (how cliche!), or, for that matter, go on a thrill chase. I would live my life just like I always do, only more aware and more... proactive. I would have coffee with my mom and ask about her day. I would take Hayko to the park, or teach Ella a new trick, or play to my Jazz Philharmonic book and play-along, or call someone who knows me really well.

In short, I would be proactive- partly in ways I already am, and partly in ways I always mean to be but never get around to for no good reason at all. It's such a simple concept, that whole Ghandiesque "be the change you want to see" bit. But look around and I guarantee very few people are that way. And even those who pride themselves for being that way often only exercise it upon convenience.

I'm talking making it a way of life. Not like "Yes man," because that's more of a reactive concept. I mean a full 30-day experiment where I do at least one fully proactive and committed action each day. I'd like to say I'll blog about it every day... but if I don't, please don't assume I've abandoned my quest. I just hate being on the computer so call me for an update instead.

And, true to my nature, I will not wait until April 1st to start it, or a Monday for that matter. I will start it at an obscure time in the middle of the weekend.

I think I'll start with going to buy Ella a crate because she sleeps on my side of the bed and that gets old after a while. :)