I heard a story the other day about a man who figured out that if the average person lives to 75 years of age, he or she would have 3900 Saturdays in a lifetime. To remind himself about the importance of spending his life and his “Saturdays” doing important things with those he loved, he calculated how many Saturdays he had left.
When he had this “aha” moment, he was fifty-five years old. He figured that if made it to seventy-five years of age, he would have approximately 1000 Saturdays left. To remind himself of this, he went out and bought 1000 marbles and put them in a big jar (He had to go to three different toy stores to find enough).
From that day on, every Saturday evening when he turned in for the night, he took one marble out and threw it away. This simple act of throwing out the marble revolutionized his life. He began to spend more time with his wife, his kids, and his grandkids. He was more intentional with his discretionary time. He pursued hobbies, relationships, and forgiveness. He lived more fully and loved more completely. And when he threw away that last marble midway through his seventy-fifth year, he looked at every day as a gift and received it with joy and gratitude.
This story affected me profoundly. I realized that “it is much later than I thought.” I dug out my calculator from my briefcase and calculated that I have 228 Saturdays remaining until my oldest daughter turns 18. It is going so quickly.
The question I need to ask myself is how I’m going to spend those remaining 228 Saturdays. And I am going to ask you, how are you going to spend yours?
The saying, “Don’t lose your marbles” suddenly has taken on new meaning for me. I hope it has for you as well…