Dear Dad: "Drive It Like You Stole It"

Dear Dad,

Today's Thoughts: In the "Drive it like you stole it" File: 

Every "Pre"-Birthday I deeply reflect on my time on this earth. There is no earthly reason I should still have a beating heart and exist today on this planet.  I should be dead soooo many times over BUT I'm NOT.... and you know this....

So every day I still exist and breathe, 6 feet above the ground. "I drive life like I stole it" (Think of life chasing you like a police car...Drive fast, Drive Hard, Drive Smart, But PUSH) Because I always feel like I'm stealing...stealing time... Because this life of mine....It's all on borrowed time.

I'm consistently amazed, and eternally grateful for each moment, I breathe, smell, taste, feel and am afforded TIME to spend w/ my tribe of beings on this planet attempt to make a positive dent in this universe and give it all away... with "my stolen time"...

Going back to "Driving My Life Like I Stole It" (Clarification for you Dad: In my case does not mean wildly or recklessly.... as I always say, I have no fear BUT I "act" most times on calculated risk scenarios)

Thanks for being a huge part in my "stolen time" ♥ ♥ ♥

Much Love,

Your (Slightly Irreverent, Completely Independent, Consciously Thinking) Daughter

Ps:  Don't click on the link below Dad.... It's not Frank Sinatra....

AND REAAAAALLLLLY Don't click this one Dad.... Thanks George.... I can feel the tires sliding through that curve...