My mom always said Life is not a dress rehearsal. She said it so frequently and lived by it so fully we put it on her tombstone. Life is not a dress rehearsal.
I know some people make bucket lists, and some producers make movies called Bucket List but why do you have to wait until you are old and gray with death looming in front of you to make a “bucket list”? Why not just live your life fully? That’s what my mom did, to the point of me perceiving her as selfish at times, and that is what I intend to do.
I colored my hair red. Not as red as I would have hoped, but closer to that fire-orange I find seductive and eye catching.
Changed pediatricians to one with a better grasp on English, a better waiting room, nicer staff, more approachable doctor and a better bedside manner.
There’s more: changed writing groups, got my eyebrows professionally shaped and splurged on those hot new Tory Burch super skinny camo pants that make me feel like a superhero every time I wear them.
I switched a few more things around to make life more pleasurable and enjoyable, streamline certain responsibilities that distract from the important.