The last time. When was the last time you called your mom just to tell her you love her? The last time you snuggled next to your husband on the couch? The last time you just let the laundry lay & went outside with your kids or up to the pool? The last time you splurged & went on a last minute adventure with some good friends? Sometimes the last time was just tonight or sometimes you can’t even recall when the last time was. Because somewhere between life moving in fast forward & super fast forward, we lose track of it all. We get caught up in baseball practices & grocery shopping or work & making sure the house didn’t just endure a miniature tornado so very easily that things that should have a high priority level fall to the bottom of the list. We are always justifying this happening with “what if” statements or “tomorrow we will” empty promises. But here’s the kicker. What if tomorrow doesn’t come?

We all know that the people who were socked right in the stomach by life today had plans for tonight. And those who actually were able to reach their plans tonight probably have plans for tomorrow. They were thinking about maybe getting the play doh out tomorrow because they might have time to sit down with them & make sure they don’t squish any of it on the floor or mix colors together. Because play doh is way more fun in solid colors. Right? Wrong. It’s just as squishy in bright pink as it is in that funky shade of brown because your daughter mixed 4 different colors together. That wad of play doh that your son accidentally sat on so it’s now squished into the hardwood isn’t as big of deal as what you’re making it. He said he’s sorry so scrape it off the floor and move on. Because if it does happen to be the last time you would be so upset with yourself. Because instead of making play fun, you viewed it as a chore. And I’m not just talking about kid fun, I’m talking adult fun too. It’s highly likely that each of us have been excited about something all week long & then when the time actually came to go we dreaded it. We were so, so close to talking ourself out of going or we actually did. I mean there will always be next year to hit the class reunion or next weekend to go out with friends. Right? I’m going to let you correctly answer that.

Last times are memories that we should always cherish. Last firsts, last lasts & all the could’ve been lasts that fall in between. Because we don’t know what will happen in the next 5 minutes much less tomorrow. If I would’ve known my last run was going to legit be my last run on my own two legs I would’ve went 10 miles instead of 2. I would have pushed every last step that I had in me out. But I didn’t know. And I don’t wish I did know but I do wish that I ran every run like it counted. I wish I would have spent less time taking pictures of the artists the last time I went to Country Concert & more time drunk dancing the night way. But the perk of not dying is that there is always time in this exact moment to correct our previous mistakes. It might be a tad bit harder but you won’t be disappointed with the results. Memories that will last a lifetime. Few regrets & even fewer disappointments. So it’s up to you. Make today a potential last time worth remembering? Or finish folding that load of laundry. It’s up to you.

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