She said that vegetarians live almost six years longer than non-vegetarians and recited more statistics about the health benefits of a “plant lifestyle” and I just smiled.
That is because you aren’t going to sell me on changing my habits without discussing quality of life. If I were her sales manager I would have politely found a way to adjust the conversation to reflect that and have made a point to ask some probing questions to gather more information about what I consider to be tied into “quality of life.”
Except it wasn’t a traditional sales call, it was just a friend and I talking about life. Quality of life is important to everyone but I have been focused on it for a “good long while.”
There are a million different reasons why that is so, but I’ll attribute most of it to conversations with doctors about my grandparents and discussions with other parents about whether we want/need DNRs.
Things Can and Do Happen
If life goes as expected and there are no major changes I expect to live to be 130, or at least 108. That is not tongue-in-cheek.
Three of my grandparents lived into their nineties as did three of my great-grandparents and I had other relatives make it past the century mark, so I expect I will too.
But the thing is I am not willing to just live without any consideration for what could happen. My goal is to live today and to enjoy the best quality of life I can.
It is not always easy. There are challenges that come at us each day and moments where you feel like you are just grinding it out, living moment to moment.
The cabinet in the picture belonged to my grandmother. She had it for more than 40 years and when she died we decided it would be a good edition to our home.
It lived inside our house for a brief while and then when we redid the kitchen and bathroom it moved to the garage. It never did make it back inside the house as it became enamored of its place inside the garage and chose to live outside.
Now I don’t know where it is or who it lives with anymore. When we sold the house last year we chose to sell it at a garage sale.
It was harder than I expected to let it go. It wasn’t my taste but it held sentimental value. And now when I look at the picture I shake my head.
That house was home for ten years. It was for a good long while the only home my daughter knew and the only one my son remembered.
But quality of life demanded that we sell the house. Even though it was a great home it would have taken far too much cash to fix it so that it would work for us long term and the schools simply weren’t good enough.
I won’t tell you how disgusted I am by the poor state of public education nor will I express my displeasure with the inordinate amount of cash I put out for healthcare that isn’t as good as it should be.
My Responsibilities To Myself And My Family
So here I am at the computer thinking about how to make more changes to improve my quality of life. I have a responsibility to my family and myself to do this.
That is because the blog speaks to me and some posts jump out at me, begging for attention. Our Season of Mistrust, The Almost Warrior and I Once Had a Girl are intermixed with When your Favorite Blog Suddenly Goes Bad.
Words on the screen are blurred against the words in my head and I see nothing but layers.
Quality of life calls to me. I can’t wait for life to improve or to get better. I have to push harder to make it happen now.
And that is part of why you see me supporting so many different blogs and writing so many different kinds of posts.
It is about stepping up my game so that I can secure better writing gigs and earn more moolah for the work I do. More moolah equals less stress and more time with my family.
And that is part of what leads to an improved quality of life.
I won’t settle and neither should you.