It occurred to me the other day, that this expression means different things to different people. For some it means climbing a mountain or parachuting.
For my husband it means watching Rambo on a rainy day and drinking beer while watching hockey.
For me it means going to Michaels and buying paint and any other art or craft items that I want.
Then coming home and eating a bag of Malt Balls while I look at my new stuff. Now that's living.