Since November of last year, the realization that death can come at any time. It does not discriminate. The fact that two young people lost their lives to cancer cemented this sad fact of life. One of the things I have been working on is a list of songs to be played at my funeral. Yes, it is a morbid thing to think about. But, being a control freak, I want people to truly understand where I come from. Music is the perfect medium to convey my message.
Oddly enough, Dr. Absolution and I were talking about my goals for therapy this year. I gave him a list of what things I wanted to change/accomplish. I don’t know how this happened, but he suggested I imagined how I wanted to be remembered at my funeral. Because I don’t have a lot friends, I suggested that maybe writing an obituary would be a good idea. He agreed. Dr. Absolution sees it as a way to see where I picture myself in life. With a clear vision, we can achieve my goals.
Yet, I can’t seem to put into words what I want to do with my life. Well, I don’t know how I want to live my life. How do I want to be remembered? It is a question I must answer. It is not easy at all. I guess that is the whole point of the exercise – to focus on what I want to do instead of dreaming about it.
With school starting this week, getting this done might be a challenge.
I also don’t want to think about dying.
I mean, who does!???
Don’t worry, there is plenty of Queen left.
I just don’t know how I want to live!