2014 in Secrets from myself

  • Jan. 1, 2014, 4 a.m.
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Overnight we get a new year. It's a pivot in time. Totally arbitrary yet accepted around the world and for centuries. A year is a measure of time. A revolution of the planet around the sun.

I will be 68 years old this summer. Where does time go? Where do the calendar pages slide to? How many drivers licenses have I had? How many dogs? How many winter coats?

I sit on my pile of years and know that all I have right now is right now. I will continue to get older as long as I am alive. I don't really want to live much longer but I have to at least leave room for the possibility.


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