I will.

I will surround myself with artists, and sports fanatics, and sex addicts, and over eaters, and anyone else who has an overwhelming passion for something.

I will photograph everything, because I might forget, and maybe this will be the last time, but mostly because this might be the first time, and oh my god, what if I miss it?

I will respect my body, the temple that HaShem was kind enough to give me, to glorify with the pleasure of men, and women, and food, and wine, and maybe a piece of art.

I will smell the flowers, tiny little gifts of beauty.

I will adore the friends I possess, and yes I will use the word possess, because sometimes I am unashamed how possessively I love the friendships in my life.

I will try to remember every single piece of advice my mother has given me, because let’s be real, she is mostly right, and no I will never tell her that.

I will stop apologizing for my behavior, because I am a being of many things, and I do happen to like that being, a loving, passionate, humorous, sexual, being.