September 4, 2012

I wish I had a million. . .days to live?  No that would mean I'd live to be over 2700 years old and I don't think I'd look good after year 999.  Hugs?  I'd think after the 9,999th, hugs would not be special and would feel too routine.  Books?  Now that's a thought.  I probably would not have time to read that many.  Cups of coffee?  Over-saturation.  I could say million days to live in heaven, but that will happen without my wish.

This is a difficult post!  Maybe I don't want a million of anything.  That is way too much of a good thing.  Hm. . . maybe this is a good reminder to be content with what I have!