This morning I was thinking about waste: how much waste is in our lives all the time? I'm not just referring to the waste we make when we throw our garbage into landfills or spend our time updating our Facebook statuses instead of doing something productive, but I am thinking about the wasted love.
My mom said something last night that struck me. She told me that she never likes to let a single one of our fights--between her and anyone in the family--last even as long as a whole day. (This is probably why she calls me six times during the "I need space" time and I just get more irritated during arguments!) "What if you never see that person again?" she said. I started thinking about all the times I've "wasted," all the occasions that I didn't speak to someone for a certain length of time, or where I missed a chance with someone I loved, thinking that there'd be another chance, so it was okay. How many of these occasions really were a last chance to make something right with someone, and we blew it? Considering that certainly makes me want to try harder from now on...
This is one reason I still write Christmas letters to people who were part of my year! I know sometimes waiting until Christmas might just be another case of wasting the time we have, but I'd rather make sure it gets said at some point than not at all. I know I need to do a better job of letting the people I love know that I love them.
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