People like to say that there’s freedom when you have nothing
left to lose, which is true to an extent. I’d like to think that with
all of the rules and boundaries released, I’d go spend time with my family
and friends and get my final wishes in order. Maybe come up with some awesome last words. But honestly, I think I’d be so overcome with the feeling of
freedom that I’d be reckless and ram slow cars on 66, eat that Denny’s grilled cheese with fried mozzarella sticks in the middle of it, and make more of a spectacle
of myself in a public place than I usually would. Also, I'd probably just quote Dumb and Dumber or Mean Girls for my last words, so that's pointless to worry about as well.
For our yoga teacher training graduation ceremony today, we all went around the circle telling everyone what we'd written about for our last 24 hours assignment. Everyone had these profound things to say, like spending time with their children, changing the world, and meditating high on a mountain, and I was all, "Guys, I'd eat that grilled cheese."
But you know what? For me, not being beholden to my own ridiculous rules would be as miraculous as being able to know you only have 24 hours left. Now, the challenge is to live like that everyday, not just that last one.
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