Life as a trip to Disneyland. It will end.

I work constangly to accept the bitter parts of life in addition to the sweet. Life is ugly and gritty and raw in addition to being sweet and wonderful. It's ok. In light of that, I accept my own mortality and have no illusions that somehow I and my loved ones will escape death. The world as we know it has been here long before us and will continue relativley unchanged after we are gone. You will die. I will die. It's ok, that's what's supposed to happen.

In light of that, I intend to treat life as I would a weekend trip to disney land- I intend to pack as many experiences into my stay as possible, to eat good snacks to keep me going, go to bed at a reasonable hour (in order to be ready for the next day and to rise early and get started.

For example, I believe I will categorically refuse to put off experiences. I may, after all die at any time. Accidents happen. So, my husband and I will have another baby. We will get a doggy. We will work hard, and have a satisfying life. I will finish as much college as I humanly can, and continually work for what we want to acheive in life, because we are not in charge of the getting off point. Back to work.