I've spent the last few days with Manchester on my mind...it's one thing to hear about the tragedy of the awful acts of terrorism happening around the globe, it's another to be texting and calling family members making sure that they weren't on a night out there and were safe. I grew up in that area and was at that arena the last time I visited England, we have a family friend who had to have a 12 hour surgery to remove shrapnel from her body and another friend who lost her favorite teacher that night. I woke up to the news this morning that there were arrests in connection with the bombing in my hometown, along with a "suspicious package" and I've spent the last few days checking in with each one of my family members.
There is nothing quite like tragedy to make you realize how important family is, how precious the time we have on this earth can be. It reminds me again that life is too short to waste. That's one of the main reasons for us moving our family from a 3000 sq ft house to a 250 sq ft skoolie. We spent way too many years doing things because we were told they were the right thing to do, that if we sacrificed now we would be rewarded with our dreams coming true in the future...what if the dreams are there now because you are supposed to pursue them NOW? What if the sacrifice you're supposed to make is the one that follows the desires that are in your heart and not the opinions of other people?