Living My Dash
This is something I have kept in mind for many, many years. Losing a few friends recently (we’re at that age…) has reminded me to pay attention to “the dash”.
I don’t read obituaries every day like the Master Key Experience (MKE) wants me to. I ruminate on those that have gone before me within my own friends, family, and acquaintances. Our recent loss of an old friend made me realize how well he lived his dash.
Encouraging and sobering. It also reminded me that every day is someone’s last, therefore leave nothing un-said. Always treat people as though you’ll never see them again.
It’s not so much “living my dash”, as it is … what legacy am I leaving my grandchildren? (which, in turn, means “my dash”) Framing it in my own words seems to make a difference in my psyche. Whatever works.
Julie, this really hits home. Thinking about “the dash” is both humbling and motivating… it’s that reminder that every interaction, every choice, and every moment shapes the legacy we leave behind. I love how you’ve made it personal, framing it in a way that resonates with you—because that’s what truly matters. Your awareness of this is already shaping something meaningful for your grandchildren, and that’s a beautiful thing.
Wise words. Thanks for sharing!