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Learning to Savor the Little Moments

Given that I have a 65 year old body topped off with a full head of white hair, the thought “This Could Be the Last Time” has started to bubble up from my brainstem into my cortical awareness more often over the last few years, especially if I was doing something that I really enjoyed. It hasn’t been a source of morose morbidity. Just a momentary reflection that I don’t dwell on and that doesn’t in anyway put me in a funk. It’s just plain true, and I am ok with that reality (what choice do I have anyway?). Oddly enough, I noticed that the thought served to make me pay more attention and savor whatever I was doing.

Juvenile delinquent, high school dropout, Thoracic Surgeon. Visit me at www.michaelmaddaus.com

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