Life is full of lessons and you have to work hard to not learn them. I’ve done that in the past, but I’m going in a different direction now.
It was my birthday yesterday. Some remembered and some forgot. I forgot myself until my son’s girlfriend reminded me mid-week. The chaos of ill parents and a life in flux put it far from my mind, unusual for me. I’m usually all about celebrating and presents.
This year, however, a birthday on the heels of trying times has me deep in my contemplations. Not in my writing – I’m still avoiding that particular passion. An unexamined life may not be worth living, but denial can be helpful. Denial doesn’t work for me, however, if I write. When I write, the truth outs. I’m not interested in going there today.
Another retrospective then. The life lessons remain on point and that’s a good thing. Obsolescence after only three years would be a cruel blow.