My FP? Since I’m up for my rotation in WYFP this week, one day after my (never mind the year) birthday, that’s the topic of discussion tonight — birthday blues. When you hit a certain age, the days start passing faster, and weeks and months become a blur. And then it’s time for another birthday.
So, I’ve kind of made it my resolution this year to slow down a bit. To start checking off items on the bucket list, such as it is. Yet I have a personal to-do list a mile long that I feel I’m neglecting if I crank down the volume and smell the roses.
The competing interests (dialing it down / “the list”) fight between themselves daily. Sometimes it almost feels like I’m an observer, not the participant. I beat myself up some days; on others, I forgive myself. And I guess this is what aging is all about.
I haven’t been forcibly slowed yet by any physical issues. It’s just that, well, damn, I want to smell the roses and not worry about inconsequential shit. Maybe I just haven’t made peace with that yet.
On another topic entirely (yes, I’m switching gears without jamming down the clutch):
Was yesterday special or what? Not just because it was my birthday, which I was pretty much on my own for. I’ve been captivated by the TrumpCare crap over the past couple of weeks. And yesterday afternoon felt so energizing. It was, to me, like Nov. 8, 2016 should have felt.
And now I want to get on with dismantling this administration brick by brick. As much as I want time to slow down, it can’t come soon enough.
Pour the beverage of your choice, pull up a chair, and tell us:
WYFP?