It hits you. An epiphany. It is an amazing tale and your life story needs to be told. You need to write a book. The worlds next big bestseller. Your Mom will buy at least 3 copies. But wait, a conundrum. What will be the title of your book? That one line that implores “read me!” You have so much. So many life moments. You have had an interesting life. You have had a rewarding life. Ruminate on that a minute. Think about your life while I open a door and let you inside mine. Not that you asked, but I would tell you that at 51 years of age I have more of a hazy memory rather than vivid recollections of days gone by. After all, I mostly live in a smartphone text-me-that-picture-right-now life. I have developed very short memories. Presumably people will defer to their latest, greatest moment. Last year I had a third of my lower lip removed. Skin cancer stole a piece of my kissing apparatus, yet according to my wife, I remain an enthusiastic kissing machine. I am a man who lives his life with a hefty helping of sassy sarcasm. Ask around, I can be rather lippy. Eureka, a title pops into my head;
“Ian Leonard, now with a third less lip”.
Sigh. I may not have the title of my Pulitzer Prize winning novel nailed down yet. However, I do know that these 3 titles are not up for consideration;
“Ian Leonard, right at least half the time”
“Ian Leonard, your favorite Canadian eh?”
“Ian Leonard, trying to be witty since 1965”
The challenge remains. One book, one title. I throw caution to the wind. Who dares to tell me there is a limit to the number of words. By Merlins beard, I have it!
“Ian Leonard; love my life, love my wife, love my daughters and love my dog…kinda like the cat.”
It might not appeal to everyone. It might not appeal to anyone. Alas it is not destined for the bestseller list. But it will be a big page turner in plush, stately, but not overly ostentatious Leonard Manor. And that is just fine with me.
Now then, what is the title of your book?
Numbers, just numbers; 44 left today, 45 arrived today. For me it is Day 18.
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