I could go on and on and on about my answer to this question, but I can honestly tell you very quickly.
I sat at that table and I thought for a minute. “A minute?” you say, “That’s not very long!” but you sit and think for a minute.
Time it out, I’ll wait.
See? It’s not that short when you are seriously contemplating any particular issue, which was what I was doing during that minute at our table while waiting for lunch.
Everyone has their battles, and everyone has their challenges. In a world filled with obsession about looks, I can understand why some of my challenges have become battles, but at the end of the day, do I want to be pretty? (if my brothers read this, they may NOT answer that rhetorical question).
At the end of my life, if I were to look back, would I want to say, “DANG! I was hot, yo! I was smokin, drop-dead gorgeous and able to eat whatever I wanted whenever I wanted it!”?
Why, yes. As a matter of fact, yes I would like to say that.
Does that make me a shallow person?
But I would rather live my life and have fun with my family and looks back and say, “DANG! That was awesome! There’s nothing that could have been better than living that life that I lived!” I would love to enjoy little moments and experience unique opportunities. Travel to those faraway places that I have DREAMED about visiting (yes, Ireland, I dream of you) and take my entire family with me so we would all have those great memories together. I would take the money and start making memories that would last longer than any old hot body would.
After my minute of deep contemplation, I shared my answer with my lunch buddies.
And then, because neither outcome could actually manifest itself in any way, I enjoyed a plate full of wings and pizza, because they are THE BEST on the planet, and I’m all about living in the moment. Cute body be damned.