I've been meaning to live like this all summer... I like the warm air, taking my work and heading off to the nearby park, which I chose my house in part due to its close location to this park.
But yes... It's November. And I've let the summer slip by, without making use of the outside air and the park. But this surely has to be the last high 80's day this year, and so I dropped everything, and made it here.
We love scarcity as humans. When something is about to run out, we want it. When something is about to finish, we do it.
I lived in Italy for 10 months, and went to Rome 2 weeks before I left to go home to England.
I'd lived just outside Washington DC for nearly 5 years when I was about to move to Illinois - so for those 2 months between knowing I was going to move and actually moving, I visited every Smithsonian museum I could find.
I had a Subaru WRX for 9 months - a terrible purchase decision it turns out - but I never aired that thing out until I took it to the dealer to sell it.
. . . Not to mention the amount of studying I've done when the exam suddenly appears around the corner, or the sermons I've written on a Friday night.
Things just seem to have added value when they are about to disappear, or become more important when we are about to run out of time.
I wonder what heaven will be like, where there will be no end. Will we understand somethings true value without being in the middle of this sin condition we find ourselves in.
Imagine our relationships if we did not settle for doing as little as possible to make them grow. Imagine our gardens, or studies, or dreams if the short cut did not take up so much of our attention.
Life is good, and having stopped (finally) to smell some roses today, I seen it to be even more true.