It often stops people in their tracks and most say 'oh Carly, don't say that', but I mean it, I live it, I stand by it and I will tell it again.
So to anyone that needs to hear it, I say this... that I could die tomorrow and I'd be happy, that I have done all I can already.
The thing is I really am done and all the rest is extra. Marvellous, great, possibly and probably painful extra, but yeah, superfluous.
I started early. I began living when I could and I was allowed to do that at the breakneck speed that has always been in my nature. I have lived on the edge, of cliffs, knives, on the edge of my seat and at the ends of the earth and I have jumped into things, a lot of things, usually with eyes closed.
I have done dumb stuff that gave me my backbone and I have done clever things, that became so only when hindsight hit. I have hurt, been hurt, fought been found and then instantly got myself lost. I have sung from up high, danced with the low life and scuttled between rocks in a turning tide.
Days have hounded me and hunted me and I have grabbed them and wrung their necks and then given them the kiss of life.
And what I say to you now is that yeah, I could die tomorrow with the knowledge that I have not done easy, that I have not done calm or mediocre or beige. I have not done things right but I did not do things wrong. You don't need to be completed by doing the things that fill you up. Get emptied out and then take a look and say, look there's my heart and there is my soul and nothing else was needed.
