Because of the craziness of the last week, I have only just gotten around to this post. 5 years ago this week, I nearly died. Like, seriously, pale-faced-ICU-Consultant-preparing-my-husband-for-the-worst kind of “almost died”.
I changed from that point. I started to see the rest of my life as a second chance, and to live as if I was on borrowed time.
A couple of months ago I was sent this blog entry. It hit me in the guts, because it really is something that EVERYONE should read, and try to live their life by.
Oh, how many times I have been that I would be a “star” or “more successful” if I would toe the line, not swear, not make waves. In Perth, there is a corporate culture and an expectation that you don’t make waves. You must suck the proverbial dick of those in authority… especially if you are a woman. But this is fool’s gold. I don’t want to be a “star”, or have more money than I need. My definition of “success” is different to other peoples, and I am actually living successfully… as I define it.
I am truthful. I am happy to take on idiots. I take risks. I constantly suppress that voice that tells me to conform for conformity’s sake. Because I am not afraid. Everything has a way of working itself out. When I posted the “iPadofLove” competition, it was not out of narcissism, or for money, or fame… it was purely for my own sense of adventure and curiosity. People find me challenging and frustrating because of this. One person in particular feels the need to ‘counsel’ me on how to behave and become a fame whore like him. Because he assumes I want what he so desperately desires (fame). I don’t.
- I only do jobs I want to do.
- I only care what those who are close to me think of me.
- I am a good mother to my children.
- I work hard.
- I believe in a great love and I am looking for it. I am also happy if it doesn’t happen, because I am a fulfilled person in my own right.
- I take time to appreciate the smallest of things, and the biggest of concepts that are lost on people that are afraid.
Don’t be afraid. Stop giving a fuck. Because when you’re dead, that’s it. There is nothing left except your legacy. And no-one ever wants to have a eulogy that reads “paid all their bills on time, worked the same job for 50 years and acquired an investment property.”. At least, I don’t.
I want a legacy that makes people laugh when they think of the shit I have pulled and stuff I have said. I want people to see that everything I have ever done has been in the spirit of adventure, honesty to the point of being brutal, and not letting “life” get me down.
When you anonymously troll a blog, or have internet wars, or waste your time with petty fallouts with people… that is a wasted life. And that is why I feel sorry for people who engage in that. Similarly, people who use other people as a means of getting ahead themselves… or people that are cruel to animals or children. How utterly pointless.
Do some good. But the good that matters. Not merely by living a compliant life, filled with rules, and fear, and worry about others might think, but by being brave. Try not giving a fuck. You may find it liberating.
You may be surprised.
Every day, I am thankful to have survived. All of us should be thankful to be born (and alive) in the first place.





