Really, it’s past my bedtime. It’s now after 10:00 and tomorrow’s 5:00 a.m. alarm will not be music to my ears. I was just about to turn out the lights and go to sleep but then thought, “No…I want to just write something, anything tonight that marks this date, this day; that signifies its presence, its number, its passing.” I don’t want this day to escape.
It’s January 9. Just another day. What of it? Was it significant? Did it matter? Yes.
I won’t go into all the details of why – partly because it’s too personal and partly because it’s too late. Suffice it to say, I have done a lot of thinking today – about today, January 9. I have reflected much on who I am today – uniquely and significantly this day, January 9. I have thought deeply about how different this day has been from one year ago today, another January 9. And I have imagined and wondered about what this day, January 9 will look like in another 365 days.
That’s it. I’ll go to sleep now…at peace, grateful, mindful, aware, full, alive. Good night, January 9.
