It's weird and crazy to think of life in terms of how many days I've lived, but I found that it gave me a little extra motivation to make the most of today, and tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that. Being reminded that life is finite has a funny way of making me want to live more fully.
I was reminded of the song Seasons of Love from the musical RENT that says something along the lines of "525,600 minutes. How do you measure a year in the life? How about love?"
Hopefully I have lots more days to keep practicing living and to keep living in love. Hope you do too.