Remembering To Live a Life That Matters

Trying to be a little more upbeat than yesterday, today. Yoga helped. So did knitting. So did eating Kraft Dinner and watching the season opener of The United States of Tara with First Born.

Still, it won't hurt to end my day with a positive reflection on the meaning of life.

About 5 and 1/2 years ago, a friend of mine gave me a framed version of this poem by Michael Josephson. I had stage three colon cancer at the time. I wasn't sure that I was going to beat it. Reading these words had a profound impact on my thinking at the time.

Still does.

(Note: I posted this material as text previously on this blog, but just came across it in video.)