I love the show Dead Like Me (find it on Netflix) that is
about a band of Grim Reapers who meet every day at a Waffle House to acquire
their reaping assignments. Then they go out into the world and yank the life
out of their consignment. In between the soul snatching and the spiraling to
the light, they have a conversation with the newly deceased. This shepherding
to the afterlife reveals much about the newly dead and people in general.
Almost all have a “to do before I die” task and it never is
what you’d expect. I have had that list
– thanks to Morgan Freemen and Jack
Nicolson is now called a Bucket List- in my jewelry box that I update every few
years.
I
started the collection in 1990, when I was sure I was going to be stuck at home
raising kids eternally. I made the list, put it in my jewelry box and forgot
about it. It was full of things I deemed unreachable at the time. Every time I
updated it, I picked new activities that would enrich my life and seemed esoteric.
The
first time I found the list, I was shocked to find how much of the collection I
had accomplished. Things that had seemed impossible slinked up and transpired.
It was my first taste of the Secret.
I
decided then to try something new every
year, something outside my comfort zone and these little “tasks or
adventures” have enriched my life immensely.
They have included learning to sail, fostering children, owning a bar,
swimming with dolphins, writing a movie, meeting Jimmy Buffet and riding in an
open cockpit bi-plane into the sunset.
This
year’s task was to meet and formulate new friends, not just meet new people,
but to actually work on turning strangers into friends. This is not a simple
undertaking at 50+ years old and not at all as easy as when you where 6-years-old.
I am meeting people outside my sphere of influence and working on making them
permanent colleagues. It is a chore, but an exciting one that has permanently
enriched my life.
Stepping outside ones comfort
zone is usually the most frightening thing adults do as most stop being risk
takers after college. That is
a survival extinct and it serves the human race well, but it does not serve a
human’s soul well. Trying new things, even as simple as writing, will open up
even the most withered soul to experience joy that is unrequited.
When you
sit down to write and those voices in your head are telling you not too- think
of the elation you acquired when someone read your words and replied in kind.
My advice: Just Do It.
Throw off the word bowlines
and just jump into the sea of prose.
Do It Before Your Story is Over.
Writing Exercise:
Write your own obituary.
“The secret of fascinating obits,” says journalist and writing
coach Don Fry, “is pushing the resumé into the background.” List the facts of
your life, but concentrate on anecdotes and recollections. Fry recommends “a
few rich paragraphs in the third person, answering this question: ‘What do I
want people to remember about me?’"
Here is my twist. It must
include past, present and future all written as if it transpired. Make it a
tribute to yourself by showing the kind of adoration you would for a passed Grandmother.
It must be positive and kind.
I want is full of the
possibilities that are hidden in the secret parts of your psyche.
Make it formidable and
strong, no passive sentences.
At least 500 words- more if
you dare.
I would love to see them if
you want to share.
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