I saw this add for a bracelet and I guess that marketing campaign worked because I ordered it. I saw the same bracelet on someone I knew and thought, “See… I knew that bracelet looked great, I can’t wait until mine arrives!” I love what it represents. She must think like me. Find your balance, the Lokai bracelet. I bought it for a friend. I am reminded to wear it now and again, but should wear it more often for sure. There are two beads on opposite sides of a circle. One is white and encases water from Mt. Everest, the highest point on earth. It represents life’s highest moments and is a reminder to stay humble. Then in the antithesis there is a black bead that encases mud from the Dead Sea, the lowest part of the earth. It represents life’s lows and serves as a reminder to stay hopeful.
I wear it today as I contemplate the state of frustration and irritation I feel at listing my To Dos thinking I will never accomplish much and yet I have accomplished so much at the end of the day. Why is there still so much to do, I get so much done in a day? I celebrate that I have the breath to realize there is still another day on the horizon and what I cannot do today I will tackle tomorrow. Life’s joys are fleeting and life’s lows are too as there is only one way to go when on bottom, up.
I just love this bracelet! It makes me think. Do you have one? You need one.
March 13, 2009. Four way stop sign intersection. Crossing guard, neon safety vest and flashing hand held stop sign. 1993 jeep grand Cherokee and a teenage driver. What do you do when you get to a stop sign? You stop and then you go. You probably should make sure it is safe to go after you stop but when you are a distracted teenager, you go.
That was my morning a few years ago, caught in the crosswalk with my then kindergartner and her Harry Potter lunch box in her backpack slung over my shoulder. Caught in the crosshairs, not able to out run a motor vehicle, nowhere to go, unable to get away, impact inevitable.
Every day a monotonous copy of the one before. Wake up, get ready, go to work – kid to school, come home have dinner go to bed. Over and over again. This terrible accident changed that. And I am fortunate for two reasons. One because although I was injured and still feel the effects of that injury often, it does not stop me from feeling alive and breathing each day. Second because we all survived and that incident changed my monotonous journey.
In that moment of impact, I remember wondering if I pushed my daughter far enough out of the way and thinking I was going to lose my teeth when I stopped flying through the air. I also realized when I landed and in the ensuing days, life is too short to not live with passion. Without purpose and without passion life is a slow death. You may not know where your passion is or what really excites you, yet, but that doesn’t mean you should accept the slow death of monotony. Keep seeking, keep hunting, searching, and when something comes along that lights that fire inside it will give you purpose.
There is never a time when you are too old and it is never too late. Let passion kill your fear and follow that dream, whatever it may be. The possibilities are endless, nothing can stop a person with passion and purpose. I keep that crushed Harry Potter lunch box as a reminder of how fleeting our time is on this Earth. Here today but maybe gone in an instant. Looking at that lunch box I can ask myself, did I try my best today, did I go out and work toward that goal, did I tell my loved ones I love them today? And as I lay my head down at night I smile knowing that I did.
I ran across a list of Hawaiian Rules to Live By and they are so spot on I have to share:
Never judge a day by the weather.
The best things in life aren’t things.
Tell the truth – there’s less to remember.
Speak softly and wear a loud shirt.
Goals are deceptive – the unaimed arrow never misses.
He who dies with the most toys – still dies.
Age is relative – when you’re over the hill, you pick up speed.
There are 2 ways to be rich – make more or desire less.
Beauty is internal – looks mean nothing.
No rain – no rainbows.
Every time I read through this list, something different resonates with me. Today I am most in tune with the ways to be rich – make more or desire less. I don’t want to be on that rat race train for the next best thing to buy, do you? In fact, in the last month I dropped off so much stuff at the Goodwill that I was on a first name basis with the collection guy. I was there with a car load every day for a week; I didn’t want him to think I was a hoarder so I told him I was cleaning out my aunt’s house. Who accumulates that much stuff? And we had to have it, all of it. And it sat, and collected dust and piled up in the garage because we didn’t want to look at all that stuff!
Those things clearly didn’t bring happiness. They actually bring me to the other rule: He who dies with the most toys – still dies. And then of course I am reminded that the best things in life aren’t things. I am not going to ask for a thing on my next birthday! When my husband and child ask me what I want for my birthday, I am going to ask for something money can’t buy! How about a local hike at sunset! Or a day at the beach! Or since it will be winter come my next birthday, a Hawaiian menu dinner at home. Now that makes me hungry and happy just thinking about Lomi Lomi Salmon and Huli Huli Chicken! How rich I would be if we watched the sun go down together, my family, and feasted on wonderful island cuisine while listening to some favorite Island music. What a wonderful idea, why wait until my Birthday!
You ever walked into a place and make eye contact with someone, you both get that I know you look but make yourself a little crazy trying to figure out how? Then you finally just ask and you both not having seen each other, in like forever, end up talking story for a really long time?
This keeps happening to me. There is no mistake in the face of those friends I run into. They have that same look and mannerisms as they once did so many years ago. So many childhood memories rush into my mind and I wonder if I look the same to them too. Sure there are now smile lines where smooth skin used to be and I have that keener look in my eye, innocence is gone- but my heart, I am the same and I still giggle thinking of how it used to be.
My friend, I marvel at, she is so fit! And she is really beautiful, time was kind to her. We turn our attention to our children, the reason we ended up at the same place at the same time. Mini versions of ourselves. We used to spend so many hours in a place like this, a gym. Those friendships forged over hours, sweat, tears, years- a lifetime it seems. More time in that gym than with our own families. And yet, years since seeing each other, like not a day passed. So much fun talking without any expectations or agendas.
It will be the same for our children. Those were some of the best friends I ever had. And even though I rarely see them, when I do, we talk fondly of each other- of times we once had. Those memories like a basket of sea shells on the counter, collected and cherished.