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Your First Day

Oct 13, 2025
2 min read

I used to joke with Tony every time he expected me to be surprised about his behaviors. I'd say, "Not my first day."


In the wake of his death, the conditioning to cling to what was lost - the regrets of moments never realized - danced through my mind. That famous song resonated, urging you to live like you are dying. But what did that mean? How would I do that?


The universe gave me that very answer in the way of a video clip that challenged that narrative. A deeper shift in perspective. Rather than the typical thoughts of quitting your job, spending all your money and living a life without guardrails - what if we set our intention at living like it's our first day?


Time isn't running out. It's inviting us forward. Adult life can make us lose sight of that. We aren't meant to give up the sweeter things that bring us joy, curiosity, playfulness - the things that energize our inner being.


What made you smile or feel good as a child? Do that again!

Did you love art?

Did you love to build?

Did you lay in a field and watch the sun move across the sky?

Did you play in the rain?


Life isn't about abandoning happiness or saying goodbye. It's how we show up for the hellos. It is our birthright to feel joy in the life that meets us each day. It's our soul mission to share that in whatever way possible.


Each day is a gift of hope. It is your first day to be the person you choose to be. Choose love.


And despite all that has happened, I'd do anything to go back and have that first day with Tony - to learn him all over again. That's where I find my joy - in the remembrance. Unrealized moments can't have power over what was lived.





 
 
 

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