I end the day and begin the year with a question to myself: Can I make every day count? Can I live each day like it is my last? I know intellectually it might be, but I don't live like I believe it. My proclivity for reality t.v. is evidence of that.
What would it be like to live that way? If you know you might die tomorrow, would you even consider spending an hour or two today absorbing what the Real Housewives were up to?