Every day is filled with all of the “shoulds” and “ought tos.”
- I should give more effort to work
- I should give more time to my children
- I should give more time to my health
- I ought to: earn more, do more, be more…
Sometimes I realize that, for all of my “shoulds” most of my time is spent on the “musts.”
Once upon a time, it amounted to “I must kick cancer’s ass.”
And I did.
But then it became, “I must get through chemo.”
And I did that, too.
But after all of that, what is the “must?”
I must enjoy the journey.
And I do.
But, I’ll tell you what! I got sick over the summer. We travelled, and my allergies kicked in. I’m allergic to Christmas trees. That’s the short version. So, allergies kicked in and I (predictably) got sick. A sinus infection and a lung infection later, and I haven’t been able to pull off a decent run since June.
Today was the first day I’ve run a five miler since June. I barely know who I am.
And it made me think.
When it comes to my health, what’s my “must?”
Because the obligation of “should” isn’t the meaning of life.
Just some thoughts for a Wednesday night.