I just had a huge, kick-ass reminder that we are not in charge.
Our community lost a friend, a leader, really the belle of the ball on Monday. Julie was 48 years old, she had a husband and three beautiful, amazing and talented children. She lived a stones throw from me. She led a sister company to the one I retired from. The email from her boss said “we lost our Julie”.
I was friends with her but not in her inner circle. Her inner circle was strong and deep. She drew such nice friends to her–gals who really have each other’s backs. She hosted many of their gatherings at her home and loved the chaos of many people, lots of kids and too much wine.
She was so cool. She was the drummer in a local band of mothers for awhile. At company parties, she was the one living loud amongst her tribe. Her Facebook page is filled with pictures of her in her goofy rock climbing helmet.
Many times when we were on our local trails, we would run into Julie. Queue huge smile and sweaty face. She always interrupted her run to stop and check in with us. She cared about people and was so good at maintaining connections. She cared about her health and prioritized her fitness but couldn’t prevent a blood clot from taking her life.
I wished I could be more like her–her confidence, her openness, her pursuit of fun.
I spend time planning my financial future. One of my spreadsheets goes out to age 101, some stop at 85. None stop at 48.
There’s something to be learned from everything. When we lose someone too young, we’re reminded that the only guarantee we have is this moment right now. Time is the ultimate limited resource–use it wisely.