The first message I got this morning was a thing about making the most of the day because it might well be my last.
"Brilliant," I yawned as the sun streamed in through the windows. I didn't intend to shuffle off this mortal coil today, so I thought it would be a good opportunity to take my weekly walk in to work. At the very least I could feel healthy while I munched a satsuma and listened to the birds.
I like walking. It gives you such an opportunity to slow down the pace of the day, to spot things you miss when you whizz past them and to breathe in the fresh air of an early morning.
It also gives you an opportunity to get lost in the allotments, kick your way through dewy grass and arrive at work with wet socks and sopping trainers.
I've had this before. I walked 40 miles in the Lake District once, and by the end of it I must have looked like I'd walked through the Lakes instead of around them.
Anyway, this morning was great. The sun was warm and the air sweet with promise. It felt necessary for me.
I was listening to a podcast. The presenter was talking all about turning your devotion into motion - actually doing stuff instead of just talking about it, or complaining about it, or even simply believing it.
I reckon that life is best lived in the doing. I don't want to get to the end of mine without people who were thankful I was part of theirs. I want to feel like I've made a difference... instead of a point.
Thankfully, today has turned out (so far) not to be my last and there will be no shuffling or bucket-kicking from me. But when there is, I hope I can say I did something that was more than just for me - that I changed the world in a small way, and left it better than I found it.
I also hope I remember to bring in spare socks next time, too.
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