Frightening thought huh? True though. We are born, we live awhile then we die.
I have a chart on my wall that is a series of 52 boxes inside squares, each box represents a week, each set of boxes a year of my life from birth until I am 85. I figure by then I will either be dead, incapacitated or unaware of much so I fill in a box every week to show how much time I have left. Time left, not so much to exist as a human, but time left to live my life fully.
Some say it is morbid. I think it is motivating. It helps me focus on not wasting time. For example I know I have only so many books left to read or listen to, so many TV shows to binge, so many events to go to. So, I am the DNF queen of all things. If I start something but don’t enjoy it, I don’t finish it. Only so many remember? If I go to an event and I am bored I won’t stay until the bitter end.
This blog/vlog is to accompany a book I am currently writing called ‘Suicide, death on my own terms’. Sounds grim I know, but it isn’t. it is funny mostly and not to be taken too seriously because my death is not imminent as far as I know. I think you have to prepare for it so this will be a record of me getting through my ‘to do before I shuffle off this mortal coil’ list as well as a note of the things I do along the way there.
I don’t really think it matters if you are remembered after you die because unless you are famous or, better still, infamous you won’t be remembered past a generation or two anyway. No, what matters is how you live the life you have. And this is how I will be living mine.
‘tell me what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?’ Mary Oliver, The Summer Day.
Here is the chart, you can see how few weeks I have left compared to those already lived:
In case you are bored and want a cheap, fun, very sweary and quick read. I have written two other books on kindle