Write your obituary. Today. Not the one someone else would write. The one you would write for yourself.

It is uncomfortable. It feels morbid. But it is clarity in its purest form.

What would it say right now? Worked hard. Showed up. Played it safe.

Mine would say: VP of Operations. Long hours. Steady pay. Safe choices.

That is not the story I want carved into stone.

Legacy is not what you leave in a will. It is what people say when you are not in the room. It is the story they tell when you are gone.

I spent years chasing paychecks and titles. Now I am chasing reinvention. Risk. Refusing to drift. The second half of life demands more than autopilot.

The new one? Built systems. Taught what he learned. Bet on himself when it mattered.

At 54, I am rewriting my obituary in real time. With these essays. With every step into work that carries meaning.

The obituary draft is a mirror with no filter. It shows the gap between the life you’re living and the life worth remembering.

Close that gap while you still can.

So here is the question: if your obituary was written today, would you be proud to read it?

CTRL:L

CTRL by JP Bristol
Clarity. Tenacity. Reinvention. Legacy.

The Obituary Draft