I really wasn’t sure if I had it in me at the outset. Ah, but the proof is in the pudding. Apparently, there is all kinds of “stuff” in me – and a whole lot of it has made its way into this blog over the past three years.
I never realized when I started what an honor and privilege this blog would become. For the shy young girl I was all those years to be able to find her way to this place and opportunity – to be able to speak to the virtual universe about whatever strikes her as interesting – what a gift. But an even bigger gift has been the folks who I have come to know along the way – the folks that have listened. I have come to value these folks so much – folks that I would have never known absent The New Forty blog.
As I said, it has been an honor and privilege to be able to do this daily. I am so thankful for the opportunity – I have grown and aged in the process. But no worries, I don’t think I have matured all that much. I have been allowed and encouraged to be just me – flawed, funky, and on occasion, fabulous.
Every year on the anniversary of my blog, which aligns with my birthday and demarcates a new year in the new forty for me, I set a new goal. This year’s goal grew out of comments from folks who have printed off a couple of weeks worth of blogs to take with them when they travel and from new readers who have spent hours going through old blog posts; and, it was given real wings when my pay pal B-Dubya sent me Robert Fulghum’s book It Was on Fire When I Lay Down on It. I read Fulghum’s first book , All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten, many moons ago and thoroughly enjoyed it. B-Dubya pointed out that my writimg style reminded her of Fulghum’s work. What a tremendous compliment, not sure that it was warranted, but it was much appreciated. I surmise it is the vignette style Fulghum uses in his books – short little pieces on a wide variety of topics – that would draw such a comparison. Looking at that book it hit me that with almost 1,100 blog entries scattered across a myriad of topical areas I could probably pull together some of the favorites and put them in an easy-to-digest e-book format. Something that would allow me to capture and save more cohesively pieces of this blog for those close to me and that would allow casual readers to be able to have a starting point without getting lost in three years of entries.
Now, what do I know about e-publishing? Zero-zip-nada-nothing. There will be a substantial learning curve involved in this effort. I don’t expect this to be a quick or easy goal to meet and I really have no idea the amount of work involved, but upon my entry into my 53rd year I am thinking it cannot be any more difficult than other things I have done. I have, after all, given birth five times – four times to children and once to a dissertation. I have made it through (thus far) life with Cooper and Chompers. I have lived through three teenagers and am actively engaged with a fourth. I have emerged wiser from bad relationships and divorce court. I have even survived my own cooking. I am confident that I can do e-publishing if I put my mind to it.
I do have many other things to accomplish this year as well. There is always a list much taller than me waiting for my attention and I have to balance this new goal with that list. I plan to take baby steps forward here and there and with any luck those baby steps will (over time) advance me a few giant steps (somehow I regressed in this narrative to a game of Mother May I?).
365 days is a long time – or it’s not. I guess it depends how you look at it. Time can fly. Time can also dig its heels in and drag its feet making a single day seem like forever. Everything in one’s life can change in a day. Conversely, one’s life can languish on in a static state for years. I will see where the next 365 days take me as I explore my new goal. My hope is that time neither flies, nor languishes – my hope is that time meanders.
In the meantime, I’ll still be here plodding through my daily life with all the curious fortunes and misfortunes in it. I’ll no doubt continue to stumble and laugh and embarrass myself with the silly things I say and do. Whatever else would, or should, one do in the new forty than exactly that? Well, there is one more thing I would advise that those in the new forty do – give yourself a luxurious gift and make no apologies for the extravagance of it. Getting to the new forty warrants a bit of splurging.
My gift to self was permission to fulfill a promise to myself to write a little something each day. Three years later I can tell you that it has been the best gift I have ever received and it keeps on giving every single day. Thank you readers of The New Forty for making my time in the new forty thus far so very rich.
Day one thousand and ninety-five of the new forty – obla di obla da