"Life is short."
It's a cliche, I know. A phrase we've all heard, and probably uttered ourselves, countless times. We know that life is finite, and that in the grand scheme of things, our time on this earth is fleeting. But I imagine most of us don't really think about it much. Until a few months ago, that was true for me. I had built a life - a pretty good one, by all accounts - and every day, I was busy living it. Wake up, shower, get the kids ready, get myself ready. Go to school, go to work, go to little league, go to the park, go swimming, go camping, go to dinner, go to bed...
Go. Go. Go.
I didn't really give much thought to the fact that this life of mine was barrelling through time at a rather alarming rate. I mean, I noticed it. But I didn't really pay attention. Then something happened. Life smacked me across the face and for a while, I was left reeling. Oh man, then I started to pay attention. It's amazing - and frankly, a bit unnerving - what you can see when you start to pay attention.