Everyone has written a resume, but if you were asked to write your own eulogy, what would it say?
Would you rather live your resume or your eulogy?
I did this exercise for a seminar I attended awhile back: I wrote my own eulogy, describing in detail the things I'd want to be remembered for.
And interestingly enough, it looked completely different from my resume.
On their death bed, no one ever says, "I wish I'd spent more time at work." Yet while we are alive, we measure our success by our working life - whatever you consider your work be it traditional job, entrepreneur, caretaker or parent - and often we lament not working hard enough or long enough. When we haven't yet achieved the status or success we seem to want so desperately, we take it as proof positive of our low worth to the world.
We may not say this out loud, or in those words, but we feel it. Most of the women I meet in hot yoga feel this pretty powerfully: never enough. We compare our lives, measure the distance to our goals, resolve to try harder to lose weight, gain control of our To Do List, spend more time with our kids.
In the end, was all that keeping up and holding it together really worth it?
Looking backwards from the other side, success can look quite different.
What if you wrote your own eulogy right now? Here is how I would like mine to read: