When I’m living well I’m not afraid to lose it

When I was young, at the end of a productive day, I got in bed and went to sleep. On a non-productive day, I stayed awake for hours, lamenting the day and having trouble allowing sleep to come at all

I felt good at having done something productive. I viewed it as the point of my day, so when I had accomplished the point of my day, I felt good and went to sleep. When I had wasted my day (which is how I saw it when I was unproductive) sleep was hard come

There is value in loosening my attachment to a day's value being determined by work, but what I want to talk about here is the way part of this principle plays itself out on the scale of a life

At the end of one day, at the end of 20 years, at the end of 43 years, at the end of my life, will I have trouble going to sleep or not? Will I feel good about leaving behind this life? I'm pretty sure that the major determiner here is how well I have lived that period of time. To my own core values. I contend that the happier I am with how I've spent my time, the easier it will be to let go of the past

Admonition: live your day (and therefore your life) well!