Tag: Death

Will Summer 2018 be my last?

Disney Executive Coach
i remember taking this photo at an airport sundries shop. Small stones with inspiring words in a little box by the cash register – impulse buy. Didn’t buy any.

 

Will Summer 2018 be my last?

i’m planning on it.

Also hoping i’m wrong.

Regardless, i know i absolutely don’t want to live the mainstream life where people think they have many years ahead and put off the important things now for when they’ll have more time “later”.

Following the well-worn path leads to predictable outcomes – look at the people in your Family.

Doing something that’s never been done by anyone i know is exciting.

Embracing death makes me come alive.

No joke.

 

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The odds of me following through were close to zero

Disney Cruiseline characters
Couple weeks ago.

 

The odds of me following through on that crazy 2008 post and starting a business and leaving Disney…

In reality, close to zero.

But here we are.

  • Nearly a decade into it.
  • 3,201 consecutive blogging days.
  • 16,005 posts
  • 3 years post-Disney – thriving personal business
  • Living with peace and contentment

i like it.

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This claim is not socially acceptable

Siri elevation inquiry
A mile high and surrounded by mountains.

 

Glacier National Park eastern perimeter
Glacier National Park Eastern perimeter, driving North to St Mary, and then West to Logan Pass.

 

Not gonna lie.

Feeling tinges of guilt for wanting to spend as much of Summer 2018 in Glacier as i can.

Feeling anxiety for the audacious goal of living my life as if i had only ten years left.

Why?

Because there are less than 18 months for the “deadline”.

(Remember, i made this visionary statement six months before my 50th birthday, when i officially incorporated my business on January 1, 2009)

To arbitrarily call Summer 2018 my last is socially not acceptable.

No one is running up to me reassuring me i’m on to something extraordinary, brave, and inspiring.

No.

One.

PS. My “deadline” is June 8, 2019 – my 60th birthday – and therefore Summer 2019 is not an option.

PSS. Obviously, life may grant many more years and Summers. And yet there’s the remote possibility – for any of us – we won’t see this Summer.

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Live like you mean it because…

Highline Trail
Summer 2016, hiking Highline Trail with Dave Weir.

 

Live like you mean it because your opportunity to do so is limited.

The limitations are not known in advance.

Pause.

Let that fact sink in.

Ok, continue…

This can be dangerous – putting off our biggest wishes for later.

So every day that you are able – like today -may you have worked yourself into a position to balance life’s demands, obligations, and opportunities to serve and play.

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Be as prepared as you can be because it’s not a secret

funeral display of photos
Two nights ago.

 

Be as prepared as you can be because it’s not a secret.

What?

Your death.

Johnny and Margie planned and paid for their funerals in 1995, 22 years ago.

For 38 years i watched them gradually shed their belongings.

And this is remarkable because they never were overloaded with things.

Twelve days ago Chapin and i arrived in Allentown to attend Johnny’s Funeral.

He was 91.

His wife Margaret, my Mother-In-Law, went to join him six days later.

Margaret was buried yesterday on a frigid November 11th morning.

She was 94.

She was by Johnny’s side as he breathed his last.

Cheryl and i were by her side as she breathed hers.

We never returned home after “Dad’s” (Pop-Pop to Chapin) burial.

It didn’t make sense and Chapin’s School gave their blessing – even during the final two weeks of the semester.

Cheryl will stay a few more days to manage things.

We are blessed, and reminded, how a lifetime of being decently organized makes end-of-life details easier and lighter – why shouldn’t they be?

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