My parting gift (before vacation)
In about twelve hours, I’m boarding a plane to the UK for a two-week vacation. I’m not afraid of flying, per se, but every time I’ve gotten on a plane, there’s been a voice riding along in the back of my head for the week leading up to the trip that says: “If that plane crashes you will most likely die. Best get your affairs in order.” It doesn’t seem like a terrible idea regardless of the unlikelihood of imminent death, so I have. I’ve paid up my bills, hugged my roommate, told my brother I love him, and worked on a handful of projects I meant to get around to. I sat down in my bedroom next to my pile of luggage tonight feeling at peace.
Except, what to do with this blog?
I needed to craft a perfect final post, just in case. I don’t want people to learn of my fiery and/or watery demise and come to this site to find a work-in-progress post that will only sharpen their grief. No, the last item on this page if I were to die today ought to be something uplifting and meaningful. Something that says to onlookers, Her life was well-lived, and she had no regrets. A bookend of sorts.
So here’s a page of shark things I drew at Burger King one time.
See you on the other side*, friends.
*applies to death or to updating from a hotel in Dublin, if we have wifi access.