Living My Priorities
Four projects need to get finished. Fourth grade is going on a field trip. Priorities?
When I’m old and gray, will I remember that finished project or the fourth grade trip to Muir Woods?
OK, fine, probably neither.
Well, if you put it that way, then there’s no reason to not do what you think is important. No, really important.
What am I going to take photos of? What am I going to remember in a year? What will my fourth grader remember tomorrow? Which one has me getting to know other kids who are important in the life of my ten-year old?
I know, I know, if I took that perspective every day, I’d just hold hands with my boys and stare at my wife and never do things like work, make money or think about responsibility. But I’m not really in danger of doing all of that. I’m in danger of doing the opposite. OK, danger is a big word. So when do you start thinking about when you’re 80 and looking back? How about when you’re 8? 28? 38? Does it matter? No.
I want to be 80 and look back.