We went to Kingston on Thursday. My husband was told by music industry friends that there would be a big celebration for Bob Marley’s 80th birthday. Since he’s a big fan, we travelled to experience the day.
I’ve been thinking about the fact that Bob Marley died when he was 36. As someone weeks away from her 50th birthday, I know his accomplishments in such a brief period are phenomenal.
I wrote my first book at age 38, and my second book came out last year at age 49. It was at age 38 that I started public speaking, and a year later, I made my first local television appearance.
I saw the following post on LinkedIn a few weeks ago:
It got me thinking about the 13-year-old version of myself. I think she’d think I was making stuff up and have A LOT of questions about how I overcame our fears and doubts to do some of the things I’ve done since we were the same age. 😆
I didn’t start writing, speaking, or doing podcasts to create a legacy, but I’m happy that years after I’m gone, a part of me will be around.
I remember many years ago conversing with a friend about the fact that I probably wouldn’t have any children of my own. She asked about my legacy, and I said I didn’t want my children to be responsible for it.
When my dad passed away, I felt obligated to let many people know about his greatness. As I said in his eulogy, he wasn’t a superhero, but he was a super man.
Our livity is what creates our legacy. I love that when I meet someone who knew my father, they only have pleasant memories and funny stories to share. That was the kind of man my dad was.
None of us knows when our time here will be over, but we can do things daily that will contribute to our legacy. 🩵