Every day is a gift
It took me getting diagnosed with a cancer to become truly aware of how precious each day is.
I've lived according to routines before then, some good and some very, very bad. When I felt like crap, for instance, due to pain or sickness, I just did nothing other than watch tv all day.
Not a good habit, to say the least.
I now know that even when I am feeling sick, I can still create art, I can still write down ideas. I can still take good care of my body. I can still eat good food.
I told my husband that I could either fear death and think about dying every single day, feeling depressed as hell, or I could spend each day doing what I love.
And that's how I'm living now. Even on days when life feels hard and I'm miserable, I fill my life with colours.
It's something so simple, this surrender to joy, but it makes me profoundly happy.
And that's a gift I cherish for as long as I have left to live.