If you go to church very much, you have heard the sermon about the dash.
The dash is engraved between our birthday and the day we die on our tombstone. It represents all the time we had to do something meaningful with our lives. I have come across that sermon enough that I have a hard time hiding my eye roll when I hear it.
But then again …
I am surprised at how many Facebook friends I have that are dead now. I didn’t even mean to be a Facebook user in the beginning. I needed to track and protect my kids – nothing more. I ended up with a record of some people that I liked enough to stay in touch.
Their dash is there for me to remember!
Our privacy disappears the moment we get online now. I have come to terms with that since I am a consultant and I need to be found. Actually, for professional reasons I have embraced it. My thoughts, what I like, and what I know is all cataloged in various places. Now, It helps keep me employed, but at some point sooner than I’d like, it will become my legacy.
Inadvertently, I have publically defined my dash.
I hope the story it tells my grandchildren is a good one.