I’ve been thinking a lot about who I am and what type of legacy I might leave behind someday.
Not that I am planning on going anywhere anytime soon, or at least I hope not. But thinking about who I am today, who I could be tomorrow, and who and how I will be remembered as does shed some light and perspective on the things I’ve done, the things I’ve said, and the way I have conducted myself up until now. Have I been the type of person I wanted to be? I was raised to be? I was born to be?
I’ve decided that when I’m gone, I hope that if people say one thing about me, it’s that I knew more than anyone else when it came to artisanal pickles.
Just kidding, I don’t know anything about artisanal pickles other than nom nom nom.
In all seriousness, I hope that if people say one thing about me, it’s that I was kind.
I want to be kinder than I am funny. Kinder than I am intelligent. Kinder than I am pretty. Kinder than I am a good writer or runner or baker [or candlestick maker].
I want to be kinder every day than I was the day before.
That’s what I hope people say about me when I’m gone.
How about you?