Saturday, September 20, 2008

My Most Important Day

I got my hair cut yesterday.

I like getting my hair cut. It's the only time I can read an entire magazine article when I sit under the dryer without being interrupted.

One magazine featured an essay contest that I considered entering. The only problem is, I can't decide what to write about. The contest asks, "What is the most important day of your life?"

Geez. No pressure.

The day I got married, and changed my last name, starting a new life? The day I became a mother, realizing I'm now responsible for shaping the life of somebody else? The day I nearly missed being hit head-on by a wrong-way driver on 465? I swerved to the shoulder, and the driver hit the car behind me. Three people died.

I don't know how someone can answer that question. There are many. After some thinking, I came up with this.

I don't have one.

Not JUST one, anyway. Maybe today, right now, is the best day of my life. Because no one is guaranteed any tomorrows.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

C'mon Deb...you know it was the day I was born!

Ha!

Love ya,
Kris

Anonymous said...

I just realized I must not have read your blog in a few days. I'm so behind!

You're right that it seems impossible to pick ONE day. And really, today should always be the best day. How much happier would we all be if we adopted that philosophy?