We are not invincible. When we are younger (in our late teens, 20’s and even 30’s), our bodies allow us to think we are. We ‘recover’ quickly, so that we don’t even miss a beat. For example, a night out during university years (and I mean a full night out) and we are in class bright and early the next morning — maybe with a slight headache, but nothing a stiff cup of coffee and a McDonald’s hamburger can’t fix. Now, if I get to bed past midnight, and especially if I have had a couple of glasses of wine, then I am off my game for the next few days. And I don’t have time to be off my game.
I was there not too long ago…believing I was super woman — working downtown, juggling two kids, starting my own business, cleaning the house, cooking, grocery shopping, play dates, and sleeping, oh maybe 4-5 hours a night. People would ask how I did it? I said because I can. My body was built that way. I guess I am lucky that way. To me, my body was like a robot — one of those older models that could take a licking and keep on ticking. Humming along its merry path. It is not a conscious thing, but when we are young we treat our bodies like they are robots — machines until… we are human.
My robot did break down and needed some lengthy R&R to recover. Now, one of my dear friends is recovering from breast cancer. My best friend has had several surgeries. She told her husband, “If they keep taking parts out of my body, all he’ll have left is my eye. He can keep it in a jar and I’ll wink at him now and then”. Another long time friend’s husband has been diagnosed with the onset of coronary heart disease and he is well under 50! I could go on, but that is not the point. The point is that it is not too late to get a wake up call and hopefully it can be on someone else’s dime. I wish we could give our children the foresight to realize that our bodies are NOT robots. That our mental and physical health is delicate and we should treat our bodies and minds as precious gifts that we must cherish and honour.
Wake up!! Success is not in the material things, it is in the people we know, the friends we have made, and the family that we love. It doesn’t matter where we live, what car we drive and what brand we are wearing. It is the times we share with those who are precious. The memories that we create…the legacy that we will leave.
My husband texted me the other night as I was finishing up a late night meeting. He was anxious for me to get home (nudge nudge wink wink) His text read, “Hurry home. Dog is walked. TV is waiting”. Boy, things have changed!
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