Please note: What follows is not a lament on aging. Granted, it may appear so, but really, it is not. Being of a Zen nature and all, I am NOT freaked out to be in my MID-FORTIES! No, no. No. I take these things in stride, I look for the good in everything. Even though I now have to squint in order to see ANYTHING.
As the calendar pages peel away like a movie montage, I find myself pondering the concept of time more deeply and more often.
This intensifies in the melancholy month of September, as I mourn Summers hasty end and dread the greedy Winter, which is sure to stretch far beyond its allotted 3 months.
September also happens to be my birthday month. This may contribute to my bafflement with regard to time. It may also contribute to the aforementioned melancholy.
Don’t misunderstand. I am pro-aging! Maturing, enduring and gathering life experiences are privileges. I do, however, object to the fact that my High School graduation was 26 years ago. That is just wrong. Decades are not supposed to fly by so quickly. Read more