It’s a challenge

So I was thinking about writing my obituary and realized I was living it. No rewriting that. But what then? What about 3 column inches of blank space in the newspaper (remember them?). Feels Zen. Damn. That would be a very funny obit.

Reminds me of advice a Chinese friend once gave me. ‘It’s all empty. Realize it, accept it, and be happy.”

It was a dream. A dream unfulfilled. Retirement dinner. Gold watch. Whatever. Just one thing special to affirm and acknowledge your service.

“Not to be, Nick,” he told himself, hunched over his laptop, reading his termination letter.