Polka dot dress, TOMS, grey lace bandeau, grey sweater.
I had a doctors appointment for my sleep apnea today. My sleep apnea condition, in a jist, all started when I got braces and my underbite turned into a normal human bite and my opening allowing me to breath in my sleep closed slightly. I snore like a bear and don't sleep well at night. Turns out that what happens when I'm sleeping is my heart stops beating and my feet jump-start my heart. So I sort of die in my sleep. Pretty cool, huh? Why do I share such personal things about myself? No matter.
My mini-deaths (which are nothing to worry about by the way, it sounds a lot more dangerous than it actually is) got me thinking. If I did die, spontaneously, in the middle of the night, what would my legacy be? What would people remember about my life? Ive accomplished as much as possible in my life to make myself proud, but my goals are so exquisite and I need time to live them out. By the time I do actually die, I want something I'm proud of to be written on my obituary. It'll happen, Ill be proud with my life. Watch me while I shine.
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