Journal entry – 6.6.2017

It is Tuesday morning on June 6th, 2017.  It is a gray and foggy morning and just now I hear the garbage truck slowly making its way down the street.  Then I hear the roar of its engine and squeaking of its breaks I am startled for a split second thinking if I have put the garbage out or not.  Only once in six years have I forgotten yet the sound triggers the thought.

Journal Entry – 5.26.2017

It is 4:41 AM on May 26th, 2017.  Today is my 40th birthday.

I awoke at 3:50 AM and have completed all my morning rituals: I’ve drank a shot of wheatgrass, put away the dry dishes and washed the dirty ones, set the coffee, meditated and now it is time for a journal entry.

Journal Entry – 5.25.2017

Tomorrow is my 40th birthday.  As I’ve said before I’ve felt like I’ve already reached 40 for a couple of months now but tomorrow it is for real.

Turning 40 reminds me of two things my parents said.  When I was young my Mom told me she never thought she’d be turning 40; life went so quickly and 40 was fast approaching.  At that moment I thought that 40 years of age was an infinity, an age that was so far into the future it would seem like an eternity to get there.  Well, here I sit, on a blustery, overcast day in May, thousands of miles away from where I grew up and 35 years older.