I often hear speakers ask, “What do you want on your gravestone? What do you want to be known for?”. I never had an answer. How the hell should I know? Isn’t that something that is decided by others?
Now I’ve lived a pretty interesting life. I moved to Nashville with whatever I could fit in my car and slept on my friend’s couch until I got settled. I’ve worked in the music industry, played in a band, wrote some great songs (I Still Got a Lot To Give), played music in church, sang at weddings, traveled to Acapulco in a private jet (totally kicked ass!), traveled to Australia and went dog-sledding in Colorado. I have even published my first book, You Can Sleep In Your Car But You Can’t Drive Your House To Work.
Here’s the thing, in my mind I’ve failed at most of things I’ve tried. And of the successes I’ve had, I feet like I could have done better; I half-assed them. While that may be true, there’s one thing I’ve always done, I’ve taken a shot. I’ve tried. I’ve tried and failed then tried something else. It’s true that the one who takes a shot has a better chance of succeeding than the one who doesn’t try at all. As Rocky Balboa says, “”I’d rather do something I love badly than do bad by not doing something I love”.
This morning I figured out my epitaph. If two people were standing on my grave and one of them said, “He never made anything of himself”, I would like the other to read the gravestone: “Sutton Parks -At least the son-of-a-bitch took a shot. Are you?”.
Please tell me what new adventure are you on today? If not, what do you want to start? It all starts with a dream!