“Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love?” “Seasons of Love” by Jonathan Larson, Rent
I had big plans for 40. I was going to reach my weight-loss goal. I was going to sign up and train for my first triathlon. I was going to write more, perhaps weekly. There was a time in my life when I might look back on this year, realize I didn’t meet some of these goals, and feel a sense of disillusionment or wistfulness. But my true goal, the one that has been central to my daily life since my recovery, has been to live and love as much as possible. I met my goal.
In this wonderful year, I revisited Rome,
helped my daughter begin and grow to love school,
ran three half-marathons,
made a major career shift in returning to administration,
and performed in Carnaval.
I gained a niece,
a godson,
and a stepdaughter.
I couldn’t help but grin while preparing to blow out the candles on the cake at my pre-birthday family dinner last night. I smiled because I don’t really have any wishes. I have everything and that has nothing to do with material objects or bucket lists or even goals.
I have love.
And that is my life.