I have a friend who is struggling with this day, this date, because it marks her 45th birthday. She doesn't like being 45. In her mind, she believed she'd be somewhere else than where she is now, somewhere different, somewhere easier. And so her birthday was less happy and more a reminder that she is not where she thought she'd be at this age.
I struggle with that kind of thinking because the alternative is so obvious, no matter how hard the front lines are. Suffering the calendar has never been me. I may dread turning the pages when the calendar reveals a painful date, but when the pages turn, I get on with it and I live it. Living in the present is challenging, and at times painful, but it's the constant reminder that we are alive and able to choose to the best of our ability what we want our tomorrow to be.
I look at today's date and I'm glancing across the calendar and I'm saying to the world, Bring it on, give me the best you got.
I'm not sure why, and I'm sure it can't be broken down to a single reason, but inside I'm shining. I have my feet in the present and my eyes on the future, in a way that I don't fear. It's not dreams I'm putting forth, it's work. Today I'm saying to the future, Give me your hand, because you and I, we're going to dance very well together.
Let the band begin.