A friend of mine is living with a terminal diagnosis right now. And what is she doing with her last days? Building a tree house. She always wanted one. Has long meant to build a grown-up version. But she just never got around to it.
Which has got me thinking about what my tree house would be. You’ve probably played with the question–if you had six months to live, what would you do? In that instance, the things that come to my mind are people and places I’d like to see. Experiences I’d like to have. But some dreams would simply take too long to fulfill.
So, what if I had five years to live? Or ten years? Or thirty? I tend to live as though I assume I have another 40-50 years. And maybe I do. But whatever time I have left on this earth, it’s less than I used to. So what am I thinking I’ll get around to tomorrow?
I told my husband I want to live in a historic house. With hundred-year-old wood floors trod by countless feet and windows other generations gazed out of while dreaming their dreams. Our land in West Virginia has been in my family for many generations. But the house is almost exactly as old as I am.
This is not a noble dream. It doesn’t make the world a better place. It’s just something I’ve always wanted to do. And I’m hoping maybe I’ll get around to before the real countdown begins.
What about you? What are planning to do “some day?”
