I love general conference, and have been looking forward to this weekend since the conclusion of April's. I love a weekend devoted to reveling in revelation, admonitions to be better, to have faith, and to have hope. It is very sad when they say, "the fourth and final session".

It was nice to be home with my little family this year for all four sessions. We still made the traditional Sunday morning breakfast casserol. The two of us barely made a dent in it; but it is a part of conference weekend. I mean, some traditions are just SACRED. Especially the ones having to do with food.

To my mind, this conference was about living a life free from regret. The apostles seemed to be imporing us to step up, move forward, and BE something. It was not only about avoiding things that would cause us regret, but about doing the things that not doing would cause regret, also.

I don't want to step out of this life shouldering any feeling that I didn't use my time here to the maximum potential. I don't want to wonder if I could have been better, stronger, more compassionate, more devoted to my husband, more patient with my children. I don't want to wonder if I could have written that novel, or could have visited that country.

We who are careful waste so much time being cautious. we wait and wait, certain that the time will come when seizing the day won't take too much time or cause the inconvenience of an interrupted regimen.

But the reality is becoming more and more actual for me that we only get one life with which to do all we can. Just one little life. I only have 50-60 or so years left, and that's if I get to die of old age.

I have so many books to read,
so many books to write,
so many new places to visit,
so many friends to meet.

It makes you think about how much time you waste waiting...