Just dance. Today. [Photo: Snowjet.co]
This is a story told in many ways via different platforms but the message remains the same.While growing up, I lived with very practical grandparents. My grandmother washed aluminium foil after she cooked with it, and then reused it. She was the original recycle queen.Grand dad was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.Their marriage was good, the perfect match I too dream of, dreams focused and their best friends lived barely a wave away.
It was always time to fix things; A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, oven door, the hem of a dress.
The things we keep. It was a way of life and sometimes it made me and mother crazy. All that preserving, maintaining, renewing. We wanted to be wasteful, just once. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things meant you knew there would always be more.But then she died and on that clear night, in the warmth of the hospital room, we were all struck withthe pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t anymore.Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away… never to return.
So while we have it, it is best we love it, cherish it and care for it and fix it when it’s broken.This is true for relationships, marriages, aging parents and grandparents.Our health is important too.We keep them cause they are worth it.Cause we are worth it.