The old adage, “Live today like you’ll die tomorrow,” isn't all its cracked up to be. 

I mean, yes, of course, you should grab the bull by the horns, drink the sweet nectar of adventure, leave nothing unsaid, have no lingering unfinished business. But isn’t there more to life than all that? Doesn’t this way of being create a sense of urgency that need not exist?

In full disclosure, I’ve lived my whole life by the philosophy of imminent extermination—and, don’t get me wrong…it’s been an amazing, wild ride. But at some point I think I started to believe that I actually could die at any minute, my life ending abruptly at any time. I courted death, I danced with it. And, while living like this can be really fucking fun, it doesn’t exactly lend itself to self-care, health, or planning for the future

A thought experiment I've been playing with myself:

Recently, I started to imagine that I’ll live one hundred years, instead. I wouldn't be surprised if a bunch of you are already in this mental space, but it might be fun to play with this idea anyway.

Ask yourself: At a hundred years old, what state will your body be in if you continue to treat it the way you’re treating it now? What reality would you imagine for yourself if you knew you had plenty of time to get there? What would you do if you knew that you would be on earth for one hundred years no matter what you did, that you would survive anything up until that point? Would you take more risks? Would your priorities shift? How would you treat the planet knowing it will be your home for a century?

Would you care more? Would you care less? 

Today's Practice: Rose Quartz Yoni Egg, Fifteen Minutes. Count your contractions. Contract on the inhale, Relax on the Exhale. 

Listening to: Tibetan Singing Bowls