What if there were geraniums? Yuck
Confronting my own mortality in my 30s, with silky skin and two young kids, was not something I was going to do lightly. And yet, heroically, I wrote my will.
Voluntarily instigating contact with lawyers turned my stomach enough to earn me at least a year of procrastination. Sure, you don’t want to unexpectedly die and leave your affairs in a shambles, but nor do you want to spend your precious time on Earth finding a lawyer and talking to them.
