I’ve had this blog post in my mind for literally years now. Which is kind of funny, given the sentiment… Then last month, we had our neighbors over for dinner and my friend Kelly and I were setting the table using the “good” china, and I remembered that I wanted to write this post. Then life and work and kids and relationships and money and everything else that does so, got busy and stressful – again… and it got pushed to the back burner – again.
Then my Mother had a good friend die. Which starts to happen at her age (late 60s).
And a week later, another good friend, unexpectedly.
And then a whole bunch of reminders in a row came to light in my world about how life is short … Some of the events are private and personal, some have affected many others (Hurricane Sandy is a good example) and some have nothing to do with me but I will never forget, because I’m one of those people who obsess over why bad things happen to good people….
And so I’m back to that moment when Kelly says I don’t need to use the good china for a low key, unplanned, kids-included Saturday night dinner with the neighbors.
She’s right, I don’t need to.
But I’ve decided I want to.
I was married for 12 years before papers were filed… He wants the china now, and it’s ironic because we probably used it less than 10 times in those years.
And I always kept thinking we should pull it out, use it… Even if it was just for a romantic dinner on a Saturday night in our PJs after the kids went to bed. But we didn’t. It stayed in its pretty place on its carefully-organized shelf in the perfectly-placed china cabinet.
Using the good china on any “normal” day is not what we do, is it? We save it. We use it to honor only those really special, really important times in life… Or maybe those days when we want to impress someone who barely knows us but comes over once a year for a holiday… (why do we do that?!)
I’m telling you to do it. Use the good china. Use it often. Use it alone. Use it with friends. Use it when it’s “important” and when you have no one to impress but yourself. (You deserve a little “fancy,” I’m sure.)
The point is, life is short and so are the moments within it. I know this now more than I ever have.
So I’m using my good china. As often as possible.
Because every day we have in life is lucky.
Every moment we spend with someone who truly loves us is profound.
Everyone we let into our home is impacting our lives in some way.
Every day is special, even if it seems ordinary.
And every moment matters. Every. Single. One.
I bought a sign this summer that now sits over my kitchen sink and perhaps it sums it up best. It reads:
“Enjoy life, this is not a rehearsal.”
So get that china out. Seize the moment. Declare it special enough. Celebrate one more day of living.