The Good Life

I have lived a good life.

This is not a eulogy but a reminder.

I have stood at the summit of a Grecian volcano, humbled and sure I was in the presence of God. I’ve swam a spider ridden waterfall and hugged an elephant in Thailand. I’ve ridden the slick back of a dolphin. I’ve walked the white sands of Turks and Caicos and danced the salsa in the streets of Spain. I’ve smiled at the twinkle of the lights of the Eiffel Tower. I’ve wandered the streets of Amsterdam and sweated through my clothes with a stranger in Jamaica.

I’ve fed the people I love more times than I can count. I’ve wiped rivers of our tears with my skin. I’ve created a lifetime of inside jokes and laughed louder, harder, more than any one person should be allowed to. I’ve curled into cuddle balls with my sisters and laid my weary head in their laps to rest. We’ve built the kind of memories people long for.

I’ve been loved. Big, fantastic, all consuming love. Crazy, passionate, loud love. Quiet, calm, peaceful love. I’ve known immeasurable joy. I’ve had people lay hands on my broken, dead places and bring them to bloom.

I have lived a good life.
This is not a eulogy but a reminder.

It hasn’t always been easy.

But my god have I’ve lived the fuck outta it.