Day 1 of 355

2011 ended last night. The end of a truly miserable year.  Broken bones, broken promises, it was a tough one. I've been preparing myself that 2012 is going to be "my year".  Healthy body, healthy mind, healthy relationships; you know the usual crap.  It was shortly after midnight when I was having a shower, washing off 2011 and starting fresh! When it struck me:

What if the world really is going to end on 21st December?  

Not in the grand scheme of things but more simply, how would it effect the decisions I make every day?  It isn't a day or even a week away so I can just quit life and make a go of good and proper mayhem.  It's 355 days. Long enough for me to reflect on my choices but not long enough to squander my second chances.

• No asking for forgiveness later 
• No I'm too scared so I'll try it next time 
• No who cares if I break my leg I'll heal and come back to it later 
• No what ifs

I will have to live in the minute but still live with consequences.  I don't want to be reckless with my health because who wants to live out their last days in hospital or in plaster?  I don't want to destroy relationships because I won't have time to repair them.  I WILL try my best (my real best not my good enough), I will learn to skate the ramps at the skate park but I'll wear protective gear and listen to those who will teach me, I will do it now.  Could the possibility of the end of days be the greatest gift of all?