live like you're dying...

I'm sitting at my desk preparing for the last Se7en Deadly Sins study and I'm stressing out. The kind of stress that makes you break out in a cold sweat (or hot flash if you're menopausal)... the kind of stress that makes you wish you had another week to prepare... the kind of stress that keeps the people at Proactiv in business. The reason for this stress is that it is my last study, so what are my parting words going to be?

My goal each day is to live like I'm dying. Sound morbid? It's not. If I die today, I would regret not telling [insert name here] I loved them. If I died today I would regret not eating the Godiva chocolate covered strawberry given to me. If I died today I would regret not hugging my little sister even though she habitually steals my clothes. If I die on Wednesday, what should I tell the hundreds of women I speak to tomorrow? What could I say that would move them to live a life worth living? Live like you're dying!

Shakespeare in his wisdom had it right, To be or not to be, that is the question. How do we be? How do we take Sunday morning studies and turn them into Monday morning living? That is the question. I'm trying to figure out the answer :) I'll be the frazzled one at Starbucks at the Block with a pink MacBook, water, and my bible trying to figured out how to BE.