Right now, if either of us
died, our obituary would probably include the standard things that
everyone else’s would have – who our family is, the towns that shaped us
growing up and where we made our way in the world. It might include
some of the charitable things we have done or the awards we have won,
perhaps even some of our greatest failures and regrets.
But, if either of us were to die today, the obituary would be written, with no chance for modification, no chance to alter the facts contained therein. Like the stone atop a grave, our obituary would be the record of the brief blip of our lives on this mortal coil.
So, today, I am going to work to rewrite my obituary.
Tomorrow, I am going to shape my future in ways I never thought possible.
Each and every day I wake up to another sunrise is the chance to rewrite my obituary.
Today, I start working toward the goal of walking the Grand Canyon and the Appalachian Trail by my 45th birthday.
Tomorrow, I will work on the book whose idea has germinated for more than a decade.
And both days, perhaps, I will keep my heart open to the possibility of something more in my life besides an empty house at the end of the day.
And the day after that, all three wishes! And the next, and the next, and the next.
For each day that I am given is special, and each another chance to change the contents of that final word on the life that I have lived.
Today, I begin rewriting my obituary. How about you?
But, if either of us were to die today, the obituary would be written, with no chance for modification, no chance to alter the facts contained therein. Like the stone atop a grave, our obituary would be the record of the brief blip of our lives on this mortal coil.
So, today, I am going to work to rewrite my obituary.
Tomorrow, I am going to shape my future in ways I never thought possible.
Each and every day I wake up to another sunrise is the chance to rewrite my obituary.
Today, I start working toward the goal of walking the Grand Canyon and the Appalachian Trail by my 45th birthday.
Tomorrow, I will work on the book whose idea has germinated for more than a decade.
And both days, perhaps, I will keep my heart open to the possibility of something more in my life besides an empty house at the end of the day.
And the day after that, all three wishes! And the next, and the next, and the next.
For each day that I am given is special, and each another chance to change the contents of that final word on the life that I have lived.
Today, I begin rewriting my obituary. How about you?
