A new week, a new day. My guiding question for today is this: What is important in my life? It’s all too easy to fall into familiar patterns, to treat one day like another: Ah Monday, not rain again!, check email, 9 am meeting, then this task then that, make these calls, write that report, fix this situation, perhaps lunch at 12:30, then this, then that. If working at hospice has taught me one thing, it’s that past events are unreliable indicators for the future. What’s your experience?
Just take the arrival of a new patient at 7 pm last night. Ambulance attendants rolled stretcher off the elevator to Room 703. The patient looked distressed as I watched from the sideline, with family members following close behind. A nurse accompanied the procession to the room while another consulted with the on-call physician by phone. Within minutes, having barely settled in the new bed, the patient died. So much for plans! Family in shock, staff astounded. All of us reminded of the immediacy of death, the certainty of impermanence.
So: what’s important to you this morning, this day?