I’d like to write something about time. The slow, incessant march of time forward.
It is now officially autumn. Just last week it was still in the low 80’s around here and that warm, late-summer breeze was lingering about; but suddenly winter broke — a bull in a china shop — and the warm breeze turned icy. It’s been amazing ever since. The sun doing its best to break through huge billowing clouds, stark and white against the crisp blue sky. Walking my dog in the morning, I can see my breath, the air picking at my skin. And all I feel like doing is crawling into bed with a cup of tea and a long, slow reading book.
It’s strange to think that just a few weeks ago it felt like summer and now we’re deeply immersed in winter. I am, no doubt, being this retrospective because come Monday I’m turning thirty. I’ve been asked by a few people how that feels, if it’s a Big Deal or if I’m bothered by it in some way. I can’t say that I am. I’m at a point in my life where most of my friends have already turned thirty. I’m the baby in the group, and so on the one hand I feel mature by association and on the other younger by comparison. There’s also something comforting to me about getting older. I feel uplifted by my years. I feel as though I can look back and see all the mistakes I’ve made, all the lessons learned, all the good things I’ve accomplished, and move forward. Incessantly moving forward.
Every day seems new, each year a bit different from the year before. And this gives me some sense of hope. Some spectacularly lousy things are happening right now, war in the Middle East and partial abortion bans just the tip of the iceberg. But things are always a little off. And then better. And then worse. And back again. I have to believe that we can make a change in the years to come. I have to believe that since we’ve made changes in the years past, we can make a change in the years to come.
I think time is on our side. If only we can slow down for a moment to appreciate the sun splitting the clouds, the wind and the falling leaves, the good friends we’ve had, and the ones we have in our lives today. The promise of stronger communities in the future.
I think time is on our side.