Clarity – [klar-i-tee]
Noun – clearness or lucidity as to perception or understanding; freedom from indistinctness or ambiguity.
The Clarity List. The most important list anyone will ever make, and you haven’t heard of it because it’s the last list anyone makes. If you’re lucky, you are given time to make it. I know because I had what turned out to be a dry run at it last year.
It’s the list you make when you’ve been given a death sentence.
Your life-force is an amazing thing. It makes sure you sail through life with very little thought to the end. Even when you’ve been given the death sentence, once it’s rescinded you go right back to where you left off without giving the clarity list another thought.
That’s a good thing.
But since I DID make one, I merged it into my bucket list.
It’s hard to trick your life-force into letting you make a clarity list before it’s time. Your mind is not easily tricked. It’s always on the job.
But you should try.
It’s funny that what I thought would be important to me at the end, was not.
I thought I would care about my husband’s new wife spending my 401k. I didn’t.
I thought I would want to jump on a plane and go to #1 on my bucket list (Tahiti). I didn’t.
I thought it would be important to itemize who got what of my earthly possessions. It wasn’t.
When I was staring the grim reaper in the face it was much different than I thought it would be. It was amazing at how quickly and easily it was to see what was most important.
Not money. Not places. Not things.
Only two things became important.
Spending time with people I love became paramount. On any terms.
Seeing the beauty around me. Have you ever seen how beautiful the world is when you are about to leave it? I hope you haven’t. But you should try. Even the smallest thing like a lady bug or the green of grass is so beautiful. It’s like seeing it for the first time. Really seeing it.
No fear. All those things that kept me awake at night like who pissed me off or how much money I spent against my budget or the to-do list for next week, simply fell away. None of that mattered.
All of my little nagging fears didn’t scare me anymore.
How much pain would I be in? How long would I linger? Have I done enough to insure I would go to heaven? Have I done enough to make sure my family will meet me there?
Have I told everyone how much they mean to me?
I didn’t regret any of the things I thought I would regret. But I did have a few.
I regretted all of the time I spent caring about what other people thought.
I regretted not being happier with the body God gave me.
I regretted not making my kids go to church every Sunday.
Hey, I’m just being honest.
After my death sentence was repealed, my life-force kicked right back in, but I have put a few things in place as a result of my clarity list.
I am available and present with my family now. No distractions. I drop everything when a friend calls. My door is always open to those I love.
And it’s closed to those that don’t deserve my time anymore. The drama loving, negative, destructive folks have had to be let go. It wasn’t easy (they don’t like not being enabled or having to do for themselves) but they take away, rather than give to the richness of life.
I have two little chests (one for each of my children) that I drop notes into every time I think of a story from when they were little or something I want them to know after I’m gone. Like how much I love them.
I am going on my first camping trip in 30 years (where there are no bears, I am still afraid of bears no matter what list I’m looking at) and although it’s not a place that is on my bucket list, the time I get to spend with my hubby unplugged and appreciating beauty wherever I am satisfies both items on my very short clarity list.
The most important list of all.
Until next time dear diary.