I half expected this to bite my leg as I stepped over it...
March Prompt:
If March 2011 was your last month to live, how would you live it?
It would be oh-so-easy to automatically answer, "To the max!". But I have to admit I probably wouldn't suddenly turn into a fearless, reckless skydiving daredevil in my last days. After all, what if there was a last minute reprieve when the Great Cosmic Thing reveals it all to be an April Fool's joke and I'd accidentally killed myself on March 31st doing something daredevilish? That would be just typical of my luck.
I'd spend the last month of my life with the people I loved best, doing what I loved best. That goes without saying, surely? And of course I wouldn't bother going to work as there won't be any more paydays for me, or indeed monthly bills to pay, and who would want to waste the last remnants of their life tied to a desk and phone doing something they hated? Duh.
I guess I'd want to tie up some loose ends, tell some people how I really feel about them because it's my last chance, guiltlessly each as much dark chocolate as I could stomach, visit as many as possible of the places I've always wanted to visit, and finally, like a dying cat, take myself off to a favoured place of retreat to shuffle off this mortal coil.
God, what a bloody depressing subject for a supposedly creative prompt! I hope the next one is rather more cheerful and inspirational.
If March 2011 was your last month to live, how would you live it?
It would be oh-so-easy to automatically answer, "To the max!". But I have to admit I probably wouldn't suddenly turn into a fearless, reckless skydiving daredevil in my last days. After all, what if there was a last minute reprieve when the Great Cosmic Thing reveals it all to be an April Fool's joke and I'd accidentally killed myself on March 31st doing something daredevilish? That would be just typical of my luck.
I'd spend the last month of my life with the people I loved best, doing what I loved best. That goes without saying, surely? And of course I wouldn't bother going to work as there won't be any more paydays for me, or indeed monthly bills to pay, and who would want to waste the last remnants of their life tied to a desk and phone doing something they hated? Duh.
I guess I'd want to tie up some loose ends, tell some people how I really feel about them because it's my last chance, guiltlessly each as much dark chocolate as I could stomach, visit as many as possible of the places I've always wanted to visit, and finally, like a dying cat, take myself off to a favoured place of retreat to shuffle off this mortal coil.
God, what a bloody depressing subject for a supposedly creative prompt! I hope the next one is rather more cheerful and inspirational.
As the ripples of Reverb 10 settle across my life's stagnant duck-pond, I discover belatedly that the exercise is being continued into 2011 with a series of monthly prompts. I didn't see the prompts for January and February - if they existed they may have drowned in the tangled morass of my inbox folders - but the prompt for March has just floated ashore.
Now, I know I was sarky and cynical about the prompts for Reverb 10, but at least they gave me something to comment about (even if only to be sarky and cynical...), and since it ended I've failed totally in self-motivation. So, I intend to sit down this evening and pick up the paddle again to stir up the pondlife somewhat.
