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15 Precious Minutes

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This post is part of #Trust30 is an “online initiative and 30-day writing challenge that encourages you to look within and trust yourself”. Sinking my teeth into the present, creating direction for tomorrows and making a bullseye of my destination. Join the journey.

Prompt #1 by Gwen Bell:

We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other. Our age yields no great and perfect persons. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

You just discovered you have fifteen minutes to live.

1. Set a timer for fifteen minutes.
2. Write the story that has to be written.


I’d scramble my little family into the car and head for the nearest beach (they’re a plenty around here). I’d grab my video ca

I’d set a timer for 3 minutes and pick up a video camera. I’d pour my heart out to my family – thanking them for the life they gave me, for loving me, parenting me and letting me go when they wanted to hold on so tight. I’d apologize for nothing in particular and for everything. I’d let them know everyday was spent missing them, loving them. Then I’d add a little minute of love for my friends, the ones who make me grateful for this life. The ones who make me think – please let my children have friends as good as these! I’d tell them I love them, thank them for their gifts, tell them live a full life on their own terms.

We’d be at the beach by then and I’d set the camera down to record my family and I digging our toes into the sand and enjoying the salt water. I’d hold my girlies tight and tell them I love them to the  moon and back. That I’ll love them forever. That they can move mountains and make babies and rally nations. That they can make art and heal wounds and be mad scientists. I’d tell them their hearts will never lead them wrong. I’d tell them to make mistakes, lots of them. To try, to do, to dream, to read, to smile. To be kind. So kind. I’d record every moment. I’d tickle them, a lot, to hear their laughter against crashing waves. I’d hold my husband tight and tell him I love him, adore him, admire him. I’d huddle us close and drown them in kisses and hugs, legs and arms all tangled and exhausted from loving life and laughter.

That’s all.

I’ m not one to use prompts often to write so this first of thirty was interesting. It was interesting to see what came first. It surprised me and not so much, really. Family means everything to me. Simple things fulfill me. Time spent together. Laughter. Reading this back to myself, I know I will be happy at the end of my days if my days are spent with family living a simple and full life. It also made me realize it’s silly to wait until my end of days to make right my relationship with my family and let my love for them shout from the mountaintops. It’s just a phone call, right? Or a 3 hour car drive. As for my loves, summer winds are blowing and I think I see the beach in our weekend. Lesson? Apparently I can live my last 15 minutes anytime.

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