As the second-hand is swinging past my last moments of my 44th year on earth, I’m going to consider my day the way I shall consider the year:
- I shall dwell on the things I got done rather than the things I didn’t get done.
- I shall worry less about how I’m late and more about the present moment.
- I shall be grateful for the way my friends uplift me and try to be uplifting in return.
- I shall not rue the wrinkles but rather rally the wisdom won by the wrinkles.
In the midst of the little party I threw for myself in the name of the “holidays” (my birthday tomorrow qualifies as a holiday), the neighbor children wearing bonnets and top hats rang the doorbell and sang Christmas carols on my porch. As I swallowed the bite of cake I made for myself, I swallowed a lump in my throat, too, as I was surrounded by friends and neighbors and music and joy.
The last consideration I shall muse upon is this: If no one throws a party for you, throw a party for yourself and spread the joy around.