The Rest Of Your Life Is Going To Happen With You Or Without You

What am I going to do with all those wasted days of my life?

In my hands I hold the next 90 days of my life. 

I wonder how many of them I’m going to waste?

For a few years now I’ve been using a Best Self three month planner. It’s been a great tool for me, an even greater tool for me when I remember to consistently use it. Setting up this planner requires some initial work as it is undated meaning I need to manually write in dates on each of the 90 pages. This process begins my relationship with each one of those dates I write on each pristine page. How I choose to show up for that relationship will impact the quality of my life.  

In setting up the new planner I will also go back through the just-completed planner to transfer over any important information I may need going forward. My process also included revisiting each of the previous 90 days, reviewing day by day how I actually spent my time during the last three months.

I hate the blank pages.

Blank pages. Days of my life where intentions were replaced with whatever was going to happen that day. Days full of possibilities and opportunities I never bothered to fully show up for. It’s not as if the planner is very complicated to use. All it asks of me is to set three intentions for the day, three tasks I get to commit to and complete. Yet some blank pages remain at the end of those 90 days. Some days I didn’t show up.

Days I’ll never get back.

It’s painful when you look back and are able to quantify exactly how much time you’ve wasted. It’s also a powerful point of discussion I can have with myself as to why I didn’t fully show up for those gifts of those new days. 

The next 90 days of my life are going to happen with or without me showing up for them. Time really doesn’t care what I do with it. In 90 days I can grow and accomplish and achieve and become.

Or I can simply be 90 days older.

I’m not sure if I unconsciously waste some days because days feel infinite in number. I’ve always had another day, and then another one, and then another one after that. But at some point later in life you remember that the supply is definitely limited.

I’m running out of days to waste.

We all are, aren’t we?

An intentional life requires intentional living.

Life is too precious of a gift to not fully show up for it.

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