I recently read a touching eulogy written by Steve Jobs' sister. In it, she mentions how we all die "in medias res," or in the middle of our stories:
"We all — in the end — die in medias res. In the middle of a story. Of many stories."
This resonated with me and made me think of what my stories are. I have many that I think may be worth sharing, others that I may share just because I am vain enough to believe they're worth sharing. Either way, I intend to overcome the struggle I've had with the shy part of me that wants to hold them in.
I will die in the middle of some stories, but at least I will have shared some of them before that day comes.
