I turned 48 last week. If my math checks out, I am currently 48 and six days.
I tried to think back about what I did in my 47th year, and all I came up with was:
I mean, surely I accomplished something this year. I got to the cabin a few times. I took Mom to doctors appointments. I spent time with friends. I didn't lose a single pound, I didn't get covid. I donated blood at least once. I got a few haircuts. I worked both in the office and from home. I planned a few special events. We got a new roof. I read a few books (YA, mostly because I like the genre). I read a few magazines. I did Wordle, Quordle, and Semantle. I did my daily puzzles on Peak. I played online Jackbox game night with friends. I roasted eggplants. I toasted no marshmallows. I sent an epic, inadvertent, sweary group text to all of Mom's boyfriends' family. I did not befriend any crows. I saw turkeys. I saw deer. I saw a huge turtle. I petted dogs.
Watched hockey and football on TV. Caught a live baseball game. I went all in on Squid Games, Encanto, and Turning Red. Did I go to any theater? Ah, yes - The Prom! And Price Is Right Live (I came on down). I saw some live comedy. No concerts. Got to hang out with my nephew. Went tubing down the Harpeth. Ate a bunch of great breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. Oktoberfest! I took a bunch of dance classes and I can do a paddle roll in tap shoes! Unloaded/loaded every appliance in my house. Made a Goodwill run. Hung out with Piper on the deck. Hung out with Matt on the couch - heck, got a new couch!
But what does that add up to?
A year, I guess.
525,600 minutes, if the musical Rent can be believed.
I'm just not sure that looking back on my 47th year, there's a lot to say. It was action and inaction packed. Just depending on when it was.
But right now, I'm exhausted. I left last week, on my birthday to visit Mom, take her to a few doctor's appointments and to go see her BFF who lives two hours away in Milledgeville.
And then came home.
We're in the middle of a training class with a lot of good people with a lot of heart - but we're having so many tech issues, I could cry. Also, just a lot of questions. So many questions. I feel like I've been pecked to death by ducks some days.
So, let's hope that I can make 48 super great!
And maybe this is the year I'll finally start my podcast...