Last week while snuggled next to the littlest one in a warm bed, I breathed in the scent of her clean hair and heard Tyler Durden saying, "This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time. " I held her closer and went back to sleep knowing that I was okay with that.
I wonder how Palahniuk became the voice of reason in my head.
Ever since I watched that movie (again) last weekend when I couldn't sleep (again), I've been thinking way too deeply about my life. Questioning where I am and where I'm going. Wondering if I'm making my minutes my own or if they are just passing me by.
Reaching back to that wonderful feeling I had standing in the desert. Watching the sunrise and not hearing a sound. Sitting alone on a dock with my legs curled around me for warmth. Listening to the clang of the rigging from an unseen sailboat sleeping in a distant harbor. Watching the water turn pink in the sunrise. That feeling you get when you sit at the edge of the sand as the sun sets and your whole body feels the warmth of the sand like it is filled with some sweet memory of the sun. Taking a breath of salty air as the last red bead of sun melts into the ocean.
Hear the pure sound of laughter. See the look of delight. Hold a gentle had. Fold into arms filled with love. Breathe in the scent of your life.
This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.