You get ONE Shot at this Life. Go live it.

“Realistically, I have twenty more years with my parents. And I want to keep making memories with them.”

I stared at Keena, turned my gaze to Paula, and back to Keena. “That’s fucking horrible! I don’t want to think about that.”

“I mean, you guys do realize that’s how time works, right?” Paula viewed life as a mathematical equation she could solve. Logic over emotion, everyone. “Like, that is going to happen.

“No fuck that shit.” Opposite Paula, Keena chose denial over reason. “I don’t want to think about this world without my parents.” Amen. Even though Keena’s mom and pops had a decade on my own, I couldn’t imagine a world where I couldn’t call them.

Time is the most depressing and exciting thing in existence.

It blows my mind that college was six years ago. Hell, it still kills me that high school is a decade behind me. To me, it seems like just yesterday I was sitting my sophomore year apartment, surrounded by my roommates Katie, Tami, and Michelle, whining about our hangovers and collectively searching for my keys.

Sooooo much happened since then. Those three ladies grew up and got married; I bounced around the East coast contemplating which city I wanted to live in.

There are so many awesome and equally shitty things that happened to each of us. I can’t begin to count the times I got mad for no reason, got frustrated and screamed at someone who has done nothing but love me, or times when I couldn’t get out of bed even though there were a million, awesome things I could be doing.

You get ONE fucking shot at this life.

The next morning, I called my dad. I guess the depressing conversation with Keena got to me.

And you know what he told me? Something EQUALLY depressing. He told me, “Kara, ten years is a small gap in time. Ten years is nothing.”

And those two sentences woke me up.

It woke me up from a two-month streak of being stressed out my mind. It woke me up from two months of not seeing my friends, skipping workouts, and not finding joy in the things that, once upon a time, made me jump out of bed in the morning.

So you know what I did? I went out and got shitfaced like I was twenty-two again. My friend Derrick and I made up our own bar crawl, and made it to seven different bars before I had to be tucked in for the night.

You get ONE shot at this. You get one chance to fall in love, make friends, laugh at stupid jokes, and find a job that makes you excited to get out of bed in the morning.

That is a LOT to accomplish. Of all the pointless crap you have jotted on your planner (do you really have to get the dry cleaning today? Are you really out of clothes?) those four things are a bazillion times more important. And half the people out there won’t ever accomplish them.

You are racing against the clock.

Every time you get angry, upset, go to sleep crying, wake up pissed off, or check your phone instead of listening to the person across the time—that is YOUR time you are losing. These are the memories YOU are missing out on.

It is Saturday morning, and the clock is ticking. You get ONE shot to make today awesome. Go do it.

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  1. Your dad is right. Ten years is a blink. When your parents are in your eighties, you will thank your great luck to get another Christmas. Guess it’s all relative… my mom reminds me that now that she is actually IN her eighties, she hesitates to buy green bananas, lol.

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