Last night I flooded the bathroom and while I was cleaning it up I slipped and as my head hurtled towards the basin I thought two things to myself, firstly how funny that Dom Knight's article on living alone was right and secondly that I didn't want to die in such a ridiculous way.
I then thumped back first on the floor and lay in my flooded bathroom for a few minutes thinking, 'phew not dead, that's a relief'. When I got to work this morning I promptly told everyone around me if I don't turn up to work one day to please come and check on me.
But I digress, more than anything what this made me think about was if something was to happen to me, what legacy would I leave (other than a credit card debt)? Our lives are spent working towards getting more, gaining more and having more but when I'm gone this won't count for anything.
What will count is the impact I have had on the lives of others. My family will remember the daughter, sister & aunty I was, my friends will remember how I was loyal to them and the stupid fun we had together, my colleagues will hopefully remember me as someone they didn't mind spending 40 hours a week with.
When we lose someone we don't talk about the money they amassed, the car that they drove or the expensive clothes that they wore. We talk about what they brought to our lives, what they taught us and what we will carry on from them.
Each of us has a legacy, what will yours be?
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