Im listening to eulogies about Gwen Ifill. What a wonderful lady! What a legacy. She never faked anything...detail oriented, professional and fun. I enjoyed her company on PBS for many years. She just looked trustworthy. Beyond looks...she embodied what a true journalist is like. She chose happy. What a wonderful smile.
What kind of life am I leaving behind? No, Im not done yet but as my seventy year old birthday comes closer I am prone to introspection. Nothing wrong with a little of that. Me Me Me. Who am I and what has this life meant? I have helped some people and Im learning to help myself. Gwen inspires me. Not many people do.
What is a legacy?...from Hamilton...it is planting seeds in a garden that you will never see. That is the fun of Art too...it lives beyond self. I see my old work around and marvel that I did it. It seems like a dream and yet the painting itself proves that I was there. I made a mark.
I took a shower today and washed my hair with some really good shampoo and conditioner. I vamped around here taking some selfies of myself and view that as exercise. It is fun to put on the self timer and jump into different poses. Yep, Im a vamp. Is that my legacy? If it is, so be it.