Oh how I could write a million page essay on why life is short. I have always been a big believer in treating oneself. Whether that is socially, mentally, physically, monetarily, food-wise, or other, I strongly believe in doing the things you want to. You want to eat the cake? Eat the dang cake. You want to move to Paris, just because? Do it. You don't like the negative impact someone is having on your life? Treat yo'self and cut them the heck out. Sounds harsh, but life is too short for someone to kill your vibe.
Brandon and I have been traveling a lot since we lost Carter. I would say too much, but I don't believe that's true. With each trip, there comes the stress of paying off everything beforehand, then paying off the food and souvenirs after. Sometimes I stress out too much, because we probably should be saving the money, or paying off the Edge, but why? Why should we waste our lives working just to keep living if we don't ever really feel alive?
I am very lucky that Brandon is on the same page as me, but I think a lot of that comes from our losses. Life is too short to not do the things you want to do. It's too short to not enjoy every minute.