Dec. 22, 2012, is a date that many believed they would never see. I always figured the Mayans were a little off, but I had my reservations. No one knows the day or the time, so why couldn’t Dec. 21 be the end? I’m glad it wasn’t, but it could have been.
I asked myself one question over and over again that day.
If this is the last day of my life, am I satisfied?
The answer was a resounding “NO.” Yes, I’m young and seem to have plenty of time to accomplish my goals, but that’s not enough. I have long-term goals that will take some time to achieve, and I will have to work towards those at a reasonable pace. But does that mean each day is lost to the big picture?
I am determined to make each and every day of my life matter. I will do something each and every day that brings me closer to living the life I imagined. 2013 will be a year of both failures and successes. But most importantly, 2013 will be a year of daily attempts to live the life I have imagined.