Awake but tired...

I'm a bit disappointed that one of four large purple fluffy chairs were not available here at Starbucks, but it is what it is. Instead, I head for a wooden chair and table like the ones we had in grade school. As I sit down, memories of the kid behind me kicking my books off the rack under my chair race through my mind.

I'm really here to just get out of the office for a bit, catch up on the routine blogs I read (and create one), and get hyped up on MORE caffeine. I've already had a Mc D's sweet tea (thank you to myself this am), a venti iced soy latte (thank you to Andrew Dorff), and now I'm about to drop $2 more with my treat receipt. Life is short enough so why the hell not?

Thank God it's Friday as I'm exhausted. Exhausted from learning to sleep light in case the Marine Man should call or text to say he's deploying. I'll get sleep when he deploys to Afghanistan, which he's on standby for. For now, I keep myself awake with - what other than - Starbucks Chai Tea. I've also learned it works as a laxative. Aren't you glad to know that? Someone should tell Hollywood's finest, as it's much less expensive than diet pills and healthier than purging.

Dash

Why is it that we are so afraid of that number on the other side of the dash? Our date of death to be exact. We know it's eventually coming. We know that nobody leaves this world alive. We (should) know that the next part is going to be even more marvelous and more grand than this side. Why is it that we are so shocked when it happens to someone? It doesn't matter if it's a tragic car accident or old age; death shocks the human system. Why does death cause us to mourn in great depth, when it should be a celebration of that person's life and the memories they leave behind?

This makes me think about a verse from "If I Had Wings", which was on Darius Rucker's last album "Learn To Live." It was written by the talented Rivers Rutherford/Frank Rogers/Darius Rucker.

Like why I am here, and where did I come from;

and where will I go when my time here on this earth is done,

and what will I leave that will go on forever?

What can I do while I'm here to make someone's life better?

Don't we all wonder these questions at some point during our life? I have... more than once. I believe my friend, Joshua, that parted recently from this earth, thought those very things during his battle with leukemia. I never knew Joshua that well, until I read about him. Joshua was a person who lived life to the fullest. He left behind memories that'll turn into stories and songs for generations to come. Most of us only dream of fulfilling what God sent us out to accomplish during our time on earth. Please take a moment and visit the link below to read about Joshua. May you feel as blessed and inspired by his life as I do.

Joshua's Life