This last Thursday I turned 24—that’s not including the first 40 years, which Carl Jung calls “research time”—and passed the eye test at the Driver’s license bureau. (The young man behind the counter was exceptionally lenient with me.)
Another year older and, it is to be hoped, a bit wiser. I’m still learning, at any rate. My current lesson sounds cushy but is proving to be surprisingly difficult.
In all my life, I’ve never not lived by a budget. A budget in which the bills got paid first and if there was any money left, I got to buy groceries. And there were some very slim times in the past.
Now the freezer is full, the pantry stocked. The only deterrence to eating is an ulcer and lack of appetite. A manifestation through the body of resistance of the mind. What an enviable life lesson to be learning!
Well, another year older and certainly grateful. Grateful for our break in hot, dry weather. Grateful for family and friends (the family we get to choose). And grateful for you, dear heart.
My daughter wrote that I should celebrate myself on my birthday. I agree. In the coming week, may we focus on celebrating the good.
Playing for Change kids around the world singing “Celebrate” at