There is a classic skit in “Monty Python and the Holy Grail” called Bring Out Your Dead. Set during the Black Plague, it portrays a village collecting up dead bodies that had passed on from the plague. A man approaches the cart full of dead bodies with has his grandfather (oh so alive) slung over his shoulder and tries to add him to the pile.
While the grandfather keeps protesting with the likes of “I’m not dead yet!”, the man works on convincing him that he is near death’s door. The skit plays out, ultimately he gets clubbed over the head and that’s the end of that.
Those words keep noodling around in my head these days. I’M NOT DEAD YET.
Facebook helped me stroll down memory lane this year as myself and the majority of my friends celebrated turning that epic age of 40. Birthday notifications popped up and many a TBT pic took me back to simpler times.
We have gotten older. Wiser. We give far less of a shit in terms of what other people think.
That part of 40 is awesome.
But we’ve kind of hit this no man’s land. This funk.
Not so awesome.
Our sense of adventure has somehow atrophied.
Going out dancing means sourcing a club that won’t make us look (or feel) like cougars.
Going to see live music has become a REALLY big night out.
A movie is the activity of choice if you can get a babysitter to come during the week and we are already Rock, Paper, Scissoring for New Year’s on who will get to be hungover in peace the next day and who will get up with the kids. (AND it takes 3 days to recover from said hangover)
I see so many of us settling into a world of domestic drudgery. Groundhog day in, day out of dropping kids off at activities, making dinners, making lunches, staying home to watch TV, living but not really living any more. We’re tired. We’re surviving. We are overwhelmed.
We have somehow accepted our fates that as parents, this is our life.
And it is.
But it doesn’t have to be so….in the middle.
WE’RE NOT DEAD YET.
We are at a time in our lives where there has been many losses. Parents, friends, family. Our constant now seems to be going to more funerals than weddings. The word cancer is so prevalent in our sphere. People I love and adore facing this in their 30’s, 40’s and 50’s.. and not just a few. A LOT.
So why when life is reminding us how precious it is, are you not taking more moments to feel grateful for what you have? Why are you not going after life with fervor and excitement?
What is stopping you from going after something you want to do? What is stopping you from taking that trip? Trying that class? Checking out a new hobby?
It requires effort. Yes. SO MAKE THAT EFFORT.
Take one step forward in doing something different every day. GO on that trip you have been meaning to go on. DO IT.
Because having this beautiful life of ours should be filled with moments not things. Mountains of moments and memories not mountains of money owed and debt to be paid.
CHECK YOURSELF before you WRECK YOURSELF.
Teach your kids the value of solid friendships. Not quantity but quality. Encourage your kids to go for what they want, not let them see the inability of their parents to do the same. Create those important moments with those you love. You are not taking any new appliances to the grave with you. You are leaving a legacy of you as a person.
Make a mark.
WE’RE NOT DEAD YET.