I’m 42 today.
I would usually start off the year with an intention; or perhaps an intention to have an intention but end up with a bad feeling about not having an intention.
But not this year.
This year, I’m just enjoying it. And although my other shoe-dropping mentality made “you’re going to die in your sleep” pop into my head right as I was setting my alarm last night, once again it was wrong. I did wake up. And at 7:17 EST, I turned 42, so I’m in the third year of my 5th decade.
So I had coffee with friends, lunch with work friends, and now dinner made by an old friend to spend with friends. How lucky is that?
I feel very grateful and gifted. Perhaps it’s the glow from my first acting award nomination. It’s certainly not that I’m behind 19 chapters on War & Peace to keep on my 365 day schedule (skipping a few days can really get you). I have a feeling about Andrei and Natasha – it’s all very exciting at the moment, but you know Napoleon and Waterloo are just around the corner. But I have sinus surgery next week, so that will keep me low enough to catch up on some chapters.
And maybe catch Tilda Swinton in “I Am Love”. This weekend’s a trip to Arizona to see family, so much podcasting – catching up on Short Stories, History, and Science. I love that.
There will be more to write about. My intention is manifesting itself just by being and see what’s next at the moment. And that’s a lovely place to be.