Live one day at a time…not easy for me
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This post is somehow a personal vent of a anxious person…me.
Lately I have been realizing that in order to live a better life we should live one day at a time. Of course I can’t do it because I am too anxious to do so, so I live always based in the future days, weeks even years. However I have been dealing with some disturbing news that keep assaulting me everyday.
I have a close friend with cancer and last month I knew of several more cancer cases including the case of a cousin of mine. These are normal people, most of them with no other cases in the family that one day they are fine and the other they find out they have cancer and that their life is in dangerous.
The truth is, I can’t imagine how it will be living a life when we don’t know if we will be here for our next son’s birthday. It is too painful even to imagine it.
My father has Parkinson and a little bit of Alzheimer or another similar disease and it’s confined to a bed…it’s painful for him and for the family. It’s a day at a time.
Those people that after consulting Mesothelioma doctors find out that those years in contact with asbestos turned out into a mortal disease…it’s a day at a time.
What about me? Besides anxiety and depression I am fine, should I live a day at a time? People say yes but I am a look-into-the-future person. Am I happier being like this? For sure I am not. Not everything I worry about happen and then I think: why have I worried so much about it if the “it” didn’t happen after-all?
Do you live your life one day at a time? How do you do it?
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I know exactly what you mean. Last year, one of my best friends was diagnosed with cancer. Her experience inspired me to quit my job and create a new website – http://www.humantribeproject.com – that allows friends and family to emotional and financially support a loved in facing cancer. And, while I’m knee deep in spreading the word about it to cancer patients and centers, I find out my mom is diagnosed with breast cancer. I get what you mean . . . So yeah, one day at a time, living in the present, living and loving like it could be your last day, I get it. I think about it often and hope that each day I get a little better at it.