Words like purpose and legacy used to weigh so much.
The biggest bucket list items that you got to cross off.
The causes you committed your life to.
The mountaintop moments.
As of the past couple years, this time of year wrecks me. I lost a great friend unexpectedly. But when I think of her legacy, I think of all the things that feel light and little.
The handwritten notes she left people everywhere, turning papers we once thought were important to ones that will always have meaning.
Her amusement over the stupid ways I manage to hurt myself, like rubbing eyes a bit too soon after crushing peppers for salsa. A funny detail for someone so remembered for kindness.
But maybe stupid injury stories make for a better legacy than an extravagant bucket list.
A sign you put your body to use.
A sign you didn’t take yourself too seriously.
A sign you spent time outside. Explored. Found people you love being around and told stories.
You can live with lightness and it’ll still leave a mark.
Leave a Mark
