My friend Melissa and I were chatting one day while waiting for our caroling gig to begin. She was talking to me about the body acceptance movement.
Have you heard of it? It’s about accepting your body as it is. Ok, that’s oversimplified, but this blog is not about that anyway. Google it.
What she was saying is that she’s tired of waiting to get skinny for her life to begin – that accepting her body is key to enjoying and living her life now.
I thought about how I do that, too. I think I’ll be happier or will be able to do this or that if I do this or that first – definitely if I get skinnier is one of those things. Then, I started to think about it and I have a whole list of things, and that list got pretty long.
This is the non-exhaustive list I came up with – the list of things I was waiting to happen for life to start:
Waiting to get thin
Waiting to get out of debt
Waiting for my children to grow out of the needy years
Waiting for my children to start school
Waiting until I have time
Waiting until I have enough money
Waiting until I have the perfect idea for that blog
Waiting until I’m a better writer
Waiting until I have a consistent, daily quiet time
Waiting until I have a Master’s Degree in something
Wait, I’m sure there are more…
Then there is the terribly unhealthy perspective of “Why make a fuss down here if heaven is waiting for me?”
I hide behind that sometimes. Confession.
In fact, I had a mini-panic moment on Sunday morning when I was reading an article that presented a somewhat believable argument that Jesus was talking in metaphors when he was talking about eternity and that eternity just meant that our life needed to mean something significant to pass to the next generations…to which I thought to myself “Oh, no. I need to start doing something!”
For someone who gets down and out about how little faith she has, I realized right then that I really did believe in Heaven…but that I also let that belief keep me from living my life on earth in the here and now.
So, in my department at work, many people choose a Word of the Year. Quite frankly, I was inspired to choose one because my friend Chris was making pretty word images for those who chose one. I know, shallow.
So my word for the year is “Live”. That’s with a short “i” and not the long one. I’m not talking about yogurt or TV specials. (Insert gripe about the English language).
This year I will live.
Live to be generous
Live to be free
Live to sing
Live to write
Live to take risks
Live to be vulnerable
Live to follow Jesus
Live to speak up
Live to love and enjoy my children
Live to love and enjoy my husband
Waiting will always have its place in things for which I have no control.
But to live life, I will wait no more.