Living my best life

I told my wife that I had a voicemail from my doctor asking me to give her a call. My wife looked up and told me what I already knew: the doctor only calls if she has bad news. If the news was good, the nurse would call and leave a message.

I had a blood test checking on my cholesterol, immune system, and a few other important indicators. When I was a young man, I don’t remember worrying much about these types of things. I can’t say that I went about life with “a devil may care” attitude, but pretty close to it. I certainly didn’t get worked up over a doctor’s appointment or the results of some test full of numbers that I didn’t understand. I had bigger goals in mind. As an adult, things have certainly changed, I have more riding on the results.

My wife and I looked at each other and we both had the same worries. We worried about a myriad of illnesses and health setbacks, none I’ll document here, but you get the drift.

We started to worry, but my wife reminded me of some good advice that one of her aunts likes to offer. The gist of it: Live your life to the fullest, without regret or second-thought. Oh, I made sure to give the doctor a call back and we chatted, but I didn’t waste my time worrying about things that I couldn’t control.

God tells us that everyone gets one life, one ride on the merry-go-round, here on Earth. Make it count. My wife and I hugged and moved on with the rest of our day. And I couldn’t be more thankful.