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Don’t Blink Project: Day 1

365 Days of Living Deliberately

How insignificant we seem; how trivial our troubles become, when our world is seen from high above the clouds. We are but a small speck in the palm of this great galaxy, yet each of us leaves our mark on every living creature we touch, talk to, type to— even Tweet. Every new day holds promise—it’s up to us what we do with that promise.

Sometimes, I feel so much pressure, so many To-Do’s, so overwhelmed. I squeeze every minute out of the day, until I’m running on empty. There are times I don’t even remember how I lived it—or if I lived it.

I’ve come to realize that the moments that matter the most to me—the ones I hold closest to my heart—were not full days or full weeks. They were mere moments. Minutes with tiny wings, fluttering by like fragile butterflies. If I’d blinked, I’d have missed them.

I don’t want to blink. I want to take each new day and hold it in my hand. Not like the tight fist I make when I’m frightened, or cold, or just being stubborn–but a wide open palm, welcoming a butterfly to rest its wings there for a while.

I want to experience each day fully—good and bad. To live in the moment, then let it go.

The first time our young daughter caught a snowflake on her tongue. The look on my father’s face as we danced on my wedding day. My mother singing along to Bon Jovi, inciting our feisty toddler to reply back, “No, it’s MY life!” My husband giving up his airplane window seat (and holding my Starbucks coffee for me) so I could capture images of the sun rising over the Rockies on the first morning of a new year.

This is a promise to myself to stop and take more careful notice of something or someone in my life, every single day.

Don’t blink, or you’ll miss it. I hope you’ll join me on my small adventure.

Sun Rising Over Rocky Mountains, Jan. 1st, 2011
Early Morn Over the Rockies, January 1st, 2011

13 thoughts on “Don’t Blink Project: Day 1

  1. Wow Heather what a beautiful post, I feel quite emotional. I had one of those moments today, one where I just had to smile and see the bigger picture. I’m looking forward to reading this.
    Thank you my friend.
    Lisa. xx 🙂

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  2. It is the moments that matter. The small moments in our lives that make them special. The moments that we remember that blow away the memories of the less good times.

    I hope 2011 is filled with moments for all of us.

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    1. Hey Tim,
      Some of the posts will be private, for family and close friends only, for a variety of reasons, but mainly, I just like to keep some parts of my life private. I may publish them later on this year–never say never. Promise to try to make #3 a public one. Cheers!
      (I realize it Tweeted it. I didn’t realize it’d do that. Sorry bout that.)

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  3. I have flashes of these kinds of moments. The look (and tears) on my dad’s face when my brother gave him & Mom their first trip to Las Vegas with money he won in the lottery. My daughter, age 4, smiling sweetly into a borrowed video camera, saying “Men are dogs. They have tails.” The long hug from my husband’s aunt when we were ready to leave. She died a week later.

    We are so busy when the kids are young. We don’t hang onto those moments like we should. Maybe that is why, when we get old, we remember these times most of all.

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  4. Food for thought, Heather. My favorite moment from this past year: Spotting a certain blond Canadian girl at Newark Airport and finally being able to give her a hug for the first time.

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  5. You’ve made a very good reminder for all of us and myself included.
    I remember vividly when the nurses showed me my first son (he’s 25 now).
    I know exactly what I said when my wife asked me who her first son looked like (I won’t repeat what I said, but he will be 18 in June).
    And I remember in great detail, down to the smells, the birth of my daughter (She will be eleven in July).

    Don’t blink is a very good way to put it. A single blink and it it will be gone.

    Thanks for the post and forgive me of my wordiness.

    Tim

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