“Every year I live I am more convinced that the waste of
life lies in the love we have not given, the powers we have not used, the
selfish prudence that will risk nothing, and which shirking pain, misses
happiness as well. No one ever yet was the poorer in the long run for having
once in a lifetime ‘let out all the length’ of the reins.”
— Mary Cholmondeley
How many times have we heard someone say, “Just once, I’d
like to...?” Despite my advanced age there are a few things that haven’t
happened to me yet. I don’t mean a bucket list, there’s no bucket list in my
life. I would rather not spend time planning things to do before “kicking the
bucket.” Enjoying my life now, with my friends, my children and my work keeps
me busy enough. A bucket list implies that planning is taking place because
someday I will be dead. Truthfully, there’s no time for that. Even when cancer
came calling, my focus wasn’t doing a bunch of things before taking the big
dirt nap, it was how to avoid pushing up daisies in the first place.
There are still a lot of firsts to come for me, hopefully.
Lately though, some of my friends have done things they never thought they’d
do, either on purpose or through a fluke turn of fate and it’s been amazing for
them. None of it was really planned either, it just sort of unfolded.
Christmas day was a record breaker. It was warmer here than
in Las Vegas, California and Arizona. So what did my amazing friend Heather do?
She and her husband and their friends took a swim. They hot-footed it down to
the beach, donned swimsuits and dove right into the surf. On a clear New
England Christmas Day, they swam in the Atlantic Ocean, 15 miles from Boston.
Who does that? They do. It was amazing seeing the pictures from this
once-in-a-lifetime feat. Not even Al Gore and his “Inconvenient Truth” could
have imagined it would be 68 degrees on Christmas in this part of the country.
Heather and her family didn’t sit on their front step and marvel at the clear
day, they ran into it head first, beach towels flapping. That’s what I’m
talking about. Letting out all the reins can be wicked fun.
A friend who lives in Vermont goes to her family “Leftover
Party” every year on the day after Christmas. Everyone brings something that
didn’t get eaten at Christmas dinner the day before. Now, this is Vermont and
it’s December. Naturally the party has always been indoors. This year though?
For the first time ever, her family, or at least the 40 or so people that were
around this year, gathered at their summer camp. Their lake home is a most
amazing place, perched on a lovely lawn above Mallet’s Bay with a Victorian
home that has stood for over 100 years and a wrap around porch. It was
shuttered for the winter, as it always is, but the family decided a bonfire was
a good way to celebrate the warm weather. Why be indoors when it was a bright
clear day and 45 degrees? Normally it’s deserted in the winter; their camp is a
summer thing. No one goes there in the winter. It was the first-ever “Leftover
Party” bonfire, and it was historic. There had never been a day after Christmas
that was warm enough to have the party outside, and at first, everyone said,
“We can’t do that!” But they did, and it was epic.
Letting out the reins and going full speed ahead is
something we should all do more often. I had lunch last week with some good
friends. It’s always a nice time laughing like schoolgirls over good food and
adult beverages. This time though, at the suggestion of I forget who, we took
it up a notch and didn’t just all go home after lunch. We decided to take our
act on the road, or at least across the street, to a local pub. We played pool,
fed quarters into the jukebox, and threw darts. In the middle of a rainy
Tuesday, well before 5 o’clock anywhere, we danced, we laughed and then we all
worked out rides home with designated drivers because we may be fools, but we
are not stupid.
It’s a new year. Don’t make a resolution, and don’t make a
bucket list. Just wait for the right moment, I promise it will come, and then
giddy up and go for it. Enjoy.
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