An Amazing Life

Lisa Jeanette Rearview Mirror

I haven’t been writing much. I’m not one of those who are very disciplined about writing and force myself to write every day. Maybe if I wrote songs for a living I would, but in the place I am right now it’s all I can do to keep it all together, and there are a few things that get prioritized over writing, like exercise or Netflix (what?). I’ve never been very good at discipline, and it’s something I work on. 

I recorded the “Adele One Night Only” show when it aired, but just got around to start to watch it today. She began to talk about her process, and how she doesn’t know how she accesses the songs and seemed bewildered about how it all happens. And just like that, she accessed that part of me. I began to cry. 

I do not cry easily, and I wish I did because tears provide a release and relief that I am often needing. But Adele talking about the mystery of accessing the muse totally resonated with me. Her talking about “Hello” being her younger self talking to her older self – again, totally resonated. There are times I wonder where all this music is coming from. I hear people talk about how music moves them, and I often seem to be unmovable. 

We toughen ourselves up to be able to meet the bumps in the road we’re on, and sometimes we become so tough that accessing our own vulnerability seems a fool’s errand. “Don’t go there, Lisa – you may never return! You are a survivor, an overcomer, and you need to be strong, in control, productive, smart, capable, busy” – all those things one is conditioned to believe are the goals in life, and eventually you learn that none of them sets a good bar of a life well-lived. 

I’ve been listening to Dandapani, a Hindu priest and former Hindu monk, who I have become completely enamored with as of late. He talks about his guru on his deathbed looking back on his life and saying, “What an amazing life. I would not have traded it for anything in the world.” 

What will you say on your deathbed? We often hear inspirational speakers say that we won’t say we wish we spent more time at the office. But never mind that, what will you say? 

I think about this as I realize there are places to where I have arrived, and there are lots of places I still want to go, and my time on this earth becomes more and more finite with each passing year. Those passing years pass more swiftly in the second half of this journey. 

I want to be able to say, “What an amazing life. I would not have traded it for anything in the world.” I want that for you. I want that for everyone.