My son Noah was over last night and we were discussing everything from the evolution of man as a species to the shifts we have and will see in society. Noah is a big thinker and loves to engage in big thoughts and discussions. So of course the Mayan prophecy came up (the prophecy that the world as we know it will end in 2012). Noah, who is typically the last person to believe anything that he has not personally experienced or cannot see for himself, shared an uncharacteristic level of concern about the prophecy. His concern was rooted in the fact that it is January in North Dakota and the we have been having temperatures in the 40s and 50s with virtually no snow. Clearly, according to Noah, this is a sign that something is going on.
I just had to laugh at that. First, because as a bit of weather geek I read John Wheeler’s Weather Talk column in The Forum and I know from reading his columns that this current weather pattern isn’t the complete anomaly folks may think it is; and second, because I know that the lack of snow is due to my snow blower purchase and my ready access to a capable snow blower operator (see Call me Nancy Drew…) – the universe is clearly responsive to me. Therefore, the world will not end in 2012. I know this to be true…you can tell folks you heard it here first – this is The New Forty prophecy.
How do I know this? Well, come on folks – do you really think the universe is going to cut short by even one minute its opportunity to watch me struggle through the crazy changes of peri-menopause and the personal global shift of menopause? Of course not. Enjoying the ironies and daily circus events in my life are one of the universe’s favorite pastimes. Think about how riveting the next few years of my life are going to be – this is “must-watch TV” to be sure.
So if you are still spending time worrying about whether the world will end in 2012 – RELAX. The universe still has soaking every last minute of amusement out of my life changes on its bucket list. There is no way it will deliver an Ice Age in the midst of me having hot flashes – come on, get real.
Day nine hundred and sixteen of the new forty – obla di obla da