There is a saying my parents used throughout their life and have passed down to me and from me to my children. It’s “Do It Now”. Like many of these short pithy phrases, it grew out of life experience that touched them deeply. In their case, they watched my grandparents save all their lives to disappear into the fog of strokes and Alzheimer’s without having done many of the things they wanted to achieve.
My parents decided this was not going to be the way they lived their lives and for over fifty years of their married life, they practiced what they preached. Do it now. Want to travel? Want to go out west? Want a newer home? Their savings accounts in the banks were never high but their memory banks were full to overflowing. They did it while they could. And physical health issues in later life proved the value of that life decision for the two of them.
I’ve reached that age where one gets to look back and see a much longer view behind than likely stretches ahead. And for the most part, I’ve followed as much as possible in my parent’s footsteps doing the things that were important at that time. And like my parents, my memory banks are much fuller than my bank accounts. I won’t bore you with those details but there have been significant deposits over the years.
But here’s the thing. Over the past few years, I’ve forgotten to pay attention to that simple life statement. I’ve been solely focussed on things that were important but allowed the entire dreaming part of my life, that do it now part, to fade to the bottom of my mind. And with it, I’ve made decisions that weren’t about living life to the fullest but rather about securing some nebulous future lifestyle.
This is simply a declaration of “do-it-nowness” that has surfaced and is making its presence felt. If not now – when? I live on an island in one of the most gorgeous parts of the world, home to one of top five world’s fresh-water sailing destinations. I sold my big sailboat and my laser hasn’t seen the water in six years. (There’s no boat dock on our property.) I blew the clutch on my old Spitfire and fixing that is beyond my pay-grade. It sat all last summer while I worked. Do you see a pattern here?
I got caught in the trap of getting prepared for something unknown when the known was here begging for my attention. I was doing the “shoulds” of life instead of the “coulds.” For a starter, my Spit is going to the Brit mechanic to be put back on the road. The dock is being researched and I’m down to three or four manufacturers. I’m crusing sales sites looking at sailboats and have a few that will meet my needs. And it’s summer and time to relearn to enjoy the garden again in a relaxed (not compulsive) manner.
It’s time to do it now. Leave me a message, I won’t be answering the phone.