Over the weekend, my sister asked me, "What's your biggest fear, sis?" I found it very difficult to answer her question. I'm like,"Hmm," "Well," Because truthfully, I really seldom (intentionally) identify with the things that I'm afraid of." So I thought about it for a bit.
She even joked that I didn't have any fears... "Okay sis, look at you, over there with no fears and what not."
But after short reflection, I thought, it's not quite a fear, but it is my biggest motivator. So in some ways you could call it fear.
I ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY, do not want to die from a preventable cause of death, nor do I want to die with my dreams buried with me.
THIS would be traumatizing for me. To get to the brink of death and know that I could have done better, I could have took better care of myself. I could have asked for more help. I could have this. I could have that, you know? Shoulda, woulda, coulda.
To die from old age is one thing, but to know that I still had twenty, thirty years of greatness to live out, to give out, would be heartbreaking.
That's why as I exit, presumably, the first quarter of my life, I'm urged to life FULLY, live NOW, live TODAY.
As my granny used to say, I GOT TO! -- I have to do this! And it can't wait. I don't have anymore 'wait' left in me.
Execution is now.