If you have just stumbled upon The New Forty you may not have yet realized that this is a daily blog. By that I mean that every day since my first day of blogging here on Area Voices I have created a blog post. Today marks day eight hundred and eighty-two of The New Forty. I don’t always post my blog at the same time daily, but I always post a blog each day.
In the earlier days of my blog, when I would travel or have activities with friends and family and insist upon taking time to write my blog, folks would sometimes get a bit miffed and question the rationale for writing every single day. They would wonder why I spent such dedicated time on an activity that was unpaid and not required of me. These days, most everyone that knows me recognizes that it is as normal and necessary a part of my daily routine as my morning coffee intake is. This blog has become a part of me over time – a part of me that I value a great deal.
My brother once asked me how long I intended to continue my blog. He queried whether I had a predetermined amount of days that I wanted to hit or a specific end point in mind. My response was that I will do it until I don’t want to do it any longer. That was about 500 days ago.
These days it is difficult to imagine a time when I wouldn’t allow myself the luxury of blogging – I have become so selfish like that. I say selfish because I write this blog primarily to feed my soul. At this point, longtime readers may choke on their Egg McMuffin while they laugh out loud at the notion that I am feeding my soul when writing about some of the absolutely ridiculous things I choose to blog about; but, it is in the writing and the extension of self that my soul is nourished.
The topics that I blog about are as expansive as life itself – the thread that weaves through them all though is me and my perspective on this life as it continues to unfold before me. I must say that having arrived in the new forty I have become both more irreverent and more thoughtful – it is what I believe is a paradox of aging. With age and maturity (and yes, I use that term quite lightly) one understands more what deserves levity and what requires reflection. I think it is this paradox that causes younger folks to think that with age comes a certain disregard for social mores; but, in truth, it is not a disregard – it is a wisdom of sorts about what really matters.
I have had an opportunity to make the acquaintance of many lovely folks as a result of my blog. People I have never met, but who I have become pen pals of sorts with (and for those of you who are too young to know the term “pen pals” – well, Google it). It is an interesting phenomenon that my blog has allowed me to get to know so many folks that I might never have had a chance to interact with – some who I have come to really care about and seek counsel from. I feel quite blessed on that front as I increasingly recognize as I get older that the greatest satisfaction in life is to be found not in one’s accomplishments, but in one’s relationships.
So, you’ll see me here – day-in and day-out – until I grow too tired or become unable to blog anymore. Some day, I may have to revisit the name of my blog – but I have a good 2,700+ more days before I have to seriously concern myself with that.
Day eight hundred and eighty-two of the new forty – obla di obla da