Today is “free mocha breve day” for me at Starbucks, aka my birthday. The only one so far that has been difficult for me was 29 – because next was 30. Well, this one is 59, and it feels kinda’ like 29 did. What – 60?
Yesterday morning, traffic stopped for the only school bus stop that’s on my way to work. We waited. Finally, a young and stout boy in a red shirt came running out of his house toward the bus doors. I smiled, no one was honky or appearing inpatient. I thought, “Slow down, life goes fast enough. Don’t rush.”
Five minutes later, traffic was again stopped, for what turned out to be a two-car rear-end collision. No one appeared injured, but it looked like a hard hit. A very bad day for someone.
That’s how it is over the course of a day, over the course of a lifetime. Not everyone has the privilege of growing old. Let us be grateful for it all, each moment we are here to witness – good or bad, happy or sad.
I’ve lived in Raleigh now for 32 years, been at my job for near 29 years, and lived in my house 19 years now. It amazes me.
I love my family beyond measure. Anyone who knows me knows that.
I am also very grateful for all the friends over all my years, growing up and growing old(er) with so many people who’ve been woven into my life in so many different ways. There are a handful of people I have worked with every day for 29 years. A lifetime, my lifetime. I shout out a very loud hello to all near and far, but always present in my story of how I got to this moment.
All we have is what share. I hope we are all here in another year, still learning and growing, together. Blessings to all of us.