The last power of two, for a while...
This morning, I turned 32.
It is a good thing to celebrate birthdays. They provide an unavoidable reminder that time is, indeed, passing. I find it easy to get tied up in the little details of living and let the years go by, unmarked. I want to get certain things done in this life, and it helps to remember that there are only so many years to do them.
In this brief moment of altered perspective, please join me in a blog toast to some of the things I feel like celebrating on my birthday:
To youth (while it remains available)!
To responsibility!
To risk!
To food, wine, friendship, and nature!
To family!
To knowledge!
To art!
To saving the world!
And, of course, to Mel, who makes all of my birthdays fun these days, and much less soul-crushing than they would otherwise likely be! Thanks, babe!
It is a good thing to celebrate birthdays. They provide an unavoidable reminder that time is, indeed, passing. I find it easy to get tied up in the little details of living and let the years go by, unmarked. I want to get certain things done in this life, and it helps to remember that there are only so many years to do them.
In this brief moment of altered perspective, please join me in a blog toast to some of the things I feel like celebrating on my birthday:
To youth (while it remains available)!
To responsibility!
To risk!
To food, wine, friendship, and nature!
To family!
To knowledge!
To art!
To saving the world!
And, of course, to Mel, who makes all of my birthdays fun these days, and much less soul-crushing than they would otherwise likely be! Thanks, babe!