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Grapevine : March 2011
Iwas in my late thirties when I realized that there is a lim- ited number of moments in life and this particular mo- ment exists only now. A fast- track career woman but a late bloomer, I suddenly woke up to the fact that nearly one half of my life was over and I was still waiting for it to begin. Where I was, what I had accomplished and the things I possessed were never enough. I was way behind schedule. In my addictions, I wasted and lost so many moments. Countless op- portunities to live a life that mattered were squandered in my self-centered- ness. Today, I am so grateful to have been graced with the opportunity to be present in my life a moment at a time. I am only given today; tomor- row is not promised. For me, one of the most incredi- ble things about living in the moment is that no matter what the past is, this Death in the mirror Her fast track to the morgue is averted by a spiritual experience moment is spotless. It is never too late to live with richness, joy, purpose and love. No matter how I have wasted or destroyed my life in the past, I am always able to begin anew. In fact, I have found that one of life's most pre- cious gifts is the ability to begin again. The God I found on this journey is a God, not just of second chances, but of endless chances to start over. I had my first drunk at 8 years old, mistaking the pitcher in my grandmother's refrigerator for the homemade grape juice. Nana (the lit- tle ol' bootlegger who owned the town pool hall) watched me pour the bever- age into a small yellow paper cup and chug it down, mimicking my grand- father's drinking motions. With my loud "aahhhh," she roared with laugh- ter, fully aware that I was drinking the wine. I still remember the warm feel- ing that came over my body. I loved the feeling and how the wine tasted. I jumped up and down on the living OUR PERSONAL STORIES Grapevine 39