My mom – a Yankee transplant living in Tennessee at the time of her passing – liked to tell me that people in the South write their own obituaries. We never did draft anything official together, but the process of talking about it was interesting and I’m glad we did it. She got to joke about who should be left out for bad behavior and where the punchlines should fall – and I got to see what her life had meant to her before she was gone. I’ve been thinking a lot about why giving life the bird’s-eye treatment is actually something we should do long before staring down a tunnel of bright white light. Why wait until the end to take an accounting – find what needs fixing and celebrate the small victories now when you can, right? I like the idea of writing a legacy letter...read more at www.the-wonderist.com!