Life has a way of sobering us up to the reality that we are only here for a short time. Everyone's allocation is different and unpredictable.
In recent months, with a fourth baby and a regularly evolving career, I have caught myself getting so caught up in checking boxes off my to-do list and ensuring everyone's needs are met -- including my own selfish desire for more, better, faster -- that I lose track of the moment.
My children will only be little once. My laundry will most assuredly outlast me and probably my grandchildren.
I have started asking myself a question when I am at home with my family. It haunts me, and that is why I ask it. I fear too few of us do it.
The question is this: If this is the last time I am with the people I love most, will I be able to look back with pride as I remember the love with which I treated them -- or will I forever regret it because of my absent-mindedness, misplaced priorities or resistance to cultivating deep relationships?
If I can answer that yes, I would genuinely be content with my attitude toward my family, I'm at peace with my actions. But if the answer is no, I have consciously started assessing why my actions are at odds with my values and how I can fix it.
Work and ambition will always be with you. But life guarantees you will not always be with those you love.
How will you make the most of your time today?