Living Your “Dash”
by Rubel Shell
Everyone is writing his or her own
eulogy every day.
My friend Howard Harvey shared an e-mail he received from a friend. It was a poem. Not a piece of classic literature, mind you. But a thought-provoking several lines about living one’s “dash.” You know what your dash is. It’s that little fragment of a line between the years of someone’s birth and death. You know how it’s written in text or on grave markers: “Shirley Jane Doe (1945 — 2000).”
That tiny, nondescript dash stands for everything she ever was or did. It covers all her accomplishments and fears, all her accumulations and losses, everything that made anybody notice and care that she ever lived at all.
For it matters not, how much we own
The cars . . . the house . . . the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile . . .
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
The poem closes with a reminder that everyone is writing his or her own eulogy every day. And all of us will care how it reads. Would you be proud of the things they say about how you spent your dash?
Life doesn’t promise smooth sailing, but those who travel with Jesus on board are guaranteed a safe landing. So how are you living your dash?
Think Pink Biz Note: Whether you are in or out of Mary Kay, please feel free to share here. I would love your feedback on how you are fulfilling your life’s dash. As well as things you’ve been inspired to do to live your dash. Whatever your dash is about, just write it. Be passionate about Living Your Dash!
© 2000, Rubel Shelly. Used by permission. From Rubel Shelly’s “FAX of Life” printed each Tuesday.