Recently there was a death in my wider world. And apart from the grief and loss of those around, the main effect was to make me consider my own mortality.
If I knew I was going to die, what would I do? What are the things I would regret not experiencing? Because I love to see the world, of course many places jump to mind. But not seeing those places wouldn’t change who I was. Even though life would be the richer for seeing amazing sights, I’ve seen many of them on TV, and it costs more than I have right now to experience them. What really matters, in terms of what I can personally contribute to the world?
It’s sort of a bucket list, but it’s deeper than that. If I was dying, what would I actually regret not trying to do?
Something that only I can contribute to the world?
Have kids? Well, maybe.
But I know it’s been my dream ever since I wrote stories as a five year old to see my name in print. To have a novel published, and to have readers be touched by it, to have it make them laugh, cry and escape for a few hours.
That’s my biggest dream. My unique contribution.
So, back to work.
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