If death were to meet me tomorrow

HAVE I SAID ALL I HAVE TO SAY?

Do those I love know the depth and history of that love, and that it persists beyond dimensions? Why am I waiting to tell them?

Am I waiting for perfection before sharing my thoughts in writing or via speeches? What opportunity will I lose if the moment passes?

HAVE I DONE WHAT I HAVE TO DO?

What do I give myself permission not to do? (h/t Bucket List Laila Faisal)
And therefore what is most essential?

HAVE I LEFT FOOTPRINTS BEHIND FOR OTHERS TO FOLLOW?

What is the essence of me? The scent in the air that reminds them that I was here?

Have I left tendrils of hope and imagination that will blossom into someone else’s big idea?